The Sand Box

Grgl Jeer, pictured right, will most assuredly burn in the fires of hell for the infamous slur on The Religion of Peace© appearing below, Aloha Snackbar!™.

Jeer is eminently well-known to the readership and needs no introduction except to the extent no one can remember him.

His biodata start with the unsuccessful attempt at birth by the pediatrician to push him head first back up the birth canal. When this proved futile, the doctor decided not to slap the baby, instead assaulting both parents with a pair of forceps. The decision was then taken by unanimous vote to retain the afterbirth in lieu of the baby.

Grgl went on to major in High Colonics at Yale whence he was asked to depart his sophomore year owing to excessive IQ--74--which would disqualify him from a future running the nation.

Jeer is chiefly known today for his philanthropic work for the charitable foundation, Motherfuckers Without Borders™.


A class of five-year old schoolchildren return to the classroom after their recreation period in the playground during their break time.

The teacher says to the first child, "And how are you, Becky, what have you been doing this playtime?'

Becky replies, "I have been playing in the sand box."

"Very good!" says the teacher. "And if you can spell "sand" on the blackboard, I will give you a biscuit!"

Becky duly walks to the head of the class and writes S A N D on the blackboard.

"Very Good!" exclaims the teacher who then gives Becky a biscuit.

The teacher then turns to another student and says, "Freddie, what have you been doing in your playtime?"

Freddie replies: "Playing with Becky in the sand box...."

"Very good," says the teacher. "If you can spell "box" on the blackboard, I will also give you a biscuit."

Freddie duly strides up and writes B O X on the blackboard.

"Excellent!" ejaculates the teacher who gives Freddie a biscuit out of the tin.

The teacher then turns to another little boy and says, "What about you, Mohammed? Have you been playing in the sand box with Becky and Freddie?"

"No," replies Mohammed dejectedly. "I wanted to, but they would not let me. Every time I went near them they started throwing sand at me and calling me nasty names!"

"Oh dear!" cries out the teacher. "That sounds very much indeed like blatant racial discrimination to me! I'll tell you what, though--if you can spell 'blatant racial discrimination,' I will give you a biscuit...."