The Weight Of A Thigh
Apr 30th, 2010 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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King Henry was becoming impatient. He always got cranky before his afternoon nap.
“Are we quite finished yet?”
“Almost, your Majesty. We just have one more.”
“For Chrissakes! More? We’ve done the inch, and the foot, and the yard. What else bloody is there?”
“We just need to weigh your royal right thigh.”
“My thigh? What’s this going to measure?”
“Well, it defines the exact weight less than which you cannot trust a woman.”
“Oh, yes. Very true. Carry on.”
Thanks to Henry I and his new system of standard measurements, the British kingdom entered a golden age of prosperity.
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