THE INTRO OF SIR REGINALD

THE TALE OF SIR REGINALD

In the 1970s at the height of the English “enlightenment” Sir Reginald was a English professor at Cambridge school for the mentally not all there for 2.5 years until he was right out sacked for un sportsmen like conduct in a heated game of croquet.  But first received a personal foul after hurling a scone at the ethicit teacher.  Once they sacked him like Sacajuaya he sent the school a strong email.  He now resides in a modern contemporary tent but he like his wife is saving every pound (£) (lb.) to perches the fanciest uptown 42 inch plasma screen TV box to take up luxurious residency upon.  His “big boned” wife is constantly nagging him to swab the heaps of dog rubbish left by Todd the Irish wolf hound over to the next yard but his bloated bladder of a neighbor simply won’t have it.  In his free time he enjoys reggae, long walks on the beach, the fine art of hiposatire, simultaneously eating the same strand of spaghetti with a mate ultimately ending in mouth to mouth resuscitation, and telling strangers about his inflamed liver. According to his eHarmony profile.  Ever since they gave him the boot he has been living off of child support and a government grant he got to prove how stupid politicians are.  He doesn’t fancy bow ties because they bring out his larynx.   He is not really a knight but he has considered himself a sir ever since that conversation he had with a strong accented southern man when he was but a tot. 

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BY MARK