Mary and John

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This morning there was a knock at my door. When I answered the door I found a well groomed, nicely dressed couple. The man spoke first:

 

"Hi! I'm John, and this is Mary."

 

Mary: "Hi! We're here to invite you to come kiss Hank's butt with us."

 

Me: "Pardon me?! What are you talking about? Who's Hank, and why would I want to kiss his butt?"

 

John: "If you kiss Hank's butt, he'll give you a million dollars; and if you don't, he'll kick the @#$% out of you."

 

Me: "What? Is this some sort of bizarre mob shakedown?"

 

John: "Hank is a billionaire philanthropists. Hank built this town. Hank owns this town. He can do what ever wants, and what he wants is to give you a million dollars, but he can't until you kiss his butt."

 

Me: "That doesn't make any sense. Why..."

 

Mary: "Who are you to question Hank's gift? Don't you want a million dollars? Isn't it worth a little kiss on the butt?"

 

Me: "Well maybe, if it's legit, but..."

 

John: "Then come kiss Hank's butt with us."

 

Me: "Do you kiss Hank's butt often?"

 

Mary: "Oh yes, all the time..."

 

Me: "And has he given you a million dollars?"

 

John: "Well no, you don't actually get the money until you leave town."

 

Me: "So why don't you just leave town now?"

 

Mary: "You can't leave until Hank tells you to, or you don't get the money, and he kicks the @#$% out of you."

 

Me: "Do you know anyone who kissed Hank's butt, left town, and got the million dollars?"

 

John: "My mother kissed Hank's butt for years. She left town last year, and I'm sure she got the money."

 

Me: "Haven't you talked to her since then?"

 

John: "Of course not, Hank doesn't allow it."

 

Me: "So what makes you think he'll actually give you the money if you've never talked to anyone who got the money?"

 

Mary: "Well, he gives you a little bit before you leave. Maybe you'll get a raise, maybe you'll win a small lotto, maybe you'll just find a twenty dollar bill on the street."

 

Me: "What's that got to do with Hank?"

 

John: "Hank has certain 'connections.' "

 

Me: "I'm sorry, but this sounds like some sort of bizarre con game."

 

John: "But it's a million dollars, can you really take the chance? And remember, if you don't kiss Hank's butt he'll kick the @#$% of you."

 

Me: "Maybe if I could see Hank, talk to him, get the details straight from him..."

 

Mary: "No one sees Hank, no one talks to Hank."

 

Me: "Then how do you kiss his butt?"

 

John: "Sometimes we just blow him a kiss, and think of his butt. Other times we kiss Karl's butt, and he passes it on."

 

Me: "Who's Karl?"

 

Mary: "A friend of ours. He's the one who taught us all about kissing Hank's butt. All we had to do was take him out to dinner a few times."

 

Me: "And you just took his word for it when he said there was a Hank, that Hank wanted you to kiss his butt, and that Hank would reward you?"

 

John: "Oh no! Karl's got a letter Hank sent him years ago explaining the whole thing. Here's a copy; see for your self."

 

John handed me a photocopy of a handwritten memo on "From the desk of Karl" letterhead. There were eleven items listed:

 

From the desk of: KARL

1. Kiss Hank's butt and he'll give you a million dollars when you leave town.

2. Use alcohol in moderation.

3. Kick the @#$% out of people who aren't like you.

4. Eat right.

5. Hank dictated this list himself.

6. The moon is made of green cheese.

7. Everything Hank says is right.

8. Wash your hands after going to the bathroom.

9. Don't drink.

10. Eat your wieners on buns, no condiments.

11. Kiss Hank's butt or he'll kick the @#$% out of you.

 

Me: "This would appear to be written on Karl's Letterhead."

 

Mary: "Hank didn't have any paper."

 

Me: "I have a hunch that if we checked we'd find this is Karl's handwriting."

 

John: "Of course, Hank dictated it."

 

Me: "I thought you said no one gets to see Hank?"

 

Mary: "Not now, but years ago he would talk to some people."

 

Me: "I thought you said he was a philanthropist. What sort of philanthropist kicks the @#$% out of people just because they're different?"

 

Mary: "It's what Hank wants, and Hank's always right."

 

Me: "How do you figure that?"

 

Mary: "Item 7 says 'Everything Hanks says is right.' That's good enough for me!"

 

Me: "Maybe your friend Karl just made the whole thing up."

 

John: "No way! Item 5 says 'Hank dictated this list himself.' Besides, item 2 says 'Use alcohol in moderation,' Item 4 says 'Eat right,' and item 8 says 'Wash your hands after going to the bathroom.' Everyone knows those things are right, so the rest must be true too."

 

Me: "But 9 says 'Don't Drink,' which doesn't quite go with item 2, and 6 says 'The moon is made of green cheese,' which is just plain wrong."

 

John: "There's no contradiction between 9 and 2, 9 just clarifies 2. As far as 6 goes, you've never been to the moon, so you can't say for sure."

 

Me: "Scientists have pretty firmly established that the moon is made of rock..."

 

Mary: "But they don't know if the rock came from the Earth, or from outer of space, so it could just as easily be green cheese."

 

Me: "I'm not really an expert, but I think the theory that the Moon came from the Earth has been discounted. Besides, not knowing where the rock came from doesn't make it cheese."

 

John: "Aha! You just admitted that scientists make mistakes, but we know Hank is always right!"

 

Me: "We do?"

 

Mary: "Of course we do, Item 5 says so."

 

Me: "You're saying Hank's always right because the list says so, the list is right because Hank dictated it, and we know that Hank dictated it because the list says so. That's circular logic. That's no different from saying 'Hank's right because he says he's right.'"

 

John: "Now you're getting it! It's so rewarding to see someone come around to Hank's way of thinking!"

 

Me: "But... oh, never mind. What's the deal with wieners?"

 

Mary blushes.

 

John: "Wieners, in buns, no condiments. Anything else is wrong."

 

Me: "What if I don't have a bun?"

 

John: "No bun, no wiener. A wiener without a bun is wrong."

 

Me: "No relish? No Mustard?"

 

Mary looks positively stricken.

 

John: (yelling) "There's no need for such language! Condiments of any kind are wrong!"

 

Me: "So a big pile of sauerkraut with some wieners chopped up in it would be out of the question?"

 

Mary sticks her fingers in her ears: "I am not listening to this. La la la la la la la la."

 

John: "That's disgusting. Only some sort of evil deviant would eat that..."

 

Me: "It's good! I eat it all the time."

 

Mary faints.

 

John: "Well, if I knew you where one of those, I wouldn't have wasted my time. When Hank kicks the @#$% out of you, I'll be there counting my money and laughing. I'll kiss Hank's butt for you, you bunless cut-wienered kraut-eater."

 

With this, John dragged Mary to their waiting car, and sped off.

 

 

by Rev. Jim Huber, Heretic

[Vulgaris Prime]

Ah, Kissing Hank's Ass. A classic among anti-tracts.

[Pariah]

I've found a similiar story here. Not as good as Kissing Hank's Ass, but still interesting.

[Eponymic]

Ah, Kissing Hank's Ass.  A classic among anti-tracts.

 

Yup. I always like Kissing Hank's Ass.

[GiantBear]

Awesome Story!!

 

I used to give out tracts all the time. It made me feel very conflicted deep-down, but I thought it would be a sin of omission not to do it. I "felt-led" so many times.

 

Now....maybe I will go back to giving out tracts. Without the cognitive dissonance.

[Lunar Shadow]

yes I have read kissing hanks ass it is great I laughed my ass of the first time I read it