The prince landed in Perth on an empty night to meet no one & to undertake nothing. How different his life was since his princely title was stolen by wild Nigerian *******. From the darkness the prince recognized the agonizing moans of Australia's sexiest prime minister. “This is how we do it in Australia,” the **** prime minister said, while peeling back her skin grafts. It was at that moment that the prince cursed his honorary Cambodian citizenship.
   “Finally,” the prince observed, “I may live in a country where everybody isn't infested with fleas or monkeys. Yes, monkeys, very small ones, but still monkeys. They're easy to extract from the skin because even small monkeys are much bigger than fleas.”
   “I'm not your girlfriend,” the mystic said, while tufts of peach fuzz peaked through her Nigerian bathrobe. The prince removed his pole for polishing. “No way!” The mystic exclaimed.
   “But why not? We were lovers. Remember?”
   “Yes, I remember. I remember 2 teens exploring Egypt together, holding each other closely; eating corn flakes in the lap of luxury.”
   “We can be together again. I'm not a prince anymore.”
   “Say what?” The mystic asked.
   “I was defrocked, dethroned but not de-*****,” said he coyly.
   The mystic's bathrobe fell to the floor to reveal her ebony skin.
   The prince removed his clothing in order to have ****** relations with the mystical woman.
   “Have you had a ***-change?” She asked.
   “Oh that? Yes, a little.”
   “Why didn't you say anything? I don't mind. Have you noticed?”
   “What?” Asked the prince.
   “The fact that I've had a ***-change too.”
   “What a nutty coincidence! It's funny that I didn't even realize it.”