A family walks into a talent agency.

It's a father, mother, son, daughter and dog. The father says to the talent agent, "We have a really amazing act. You should represent us."



The agent says, "Sorry, I don't represent family acts. They're a little
too cute."




The mother says, "Sir, if you just see our act, we know you would want to represent us."




The agent says, "OK. OK. I'll take a look."




Father, Son, Daughter and Mother with a dog walk on stage. Son lays down on an heart shaped love seat and the Mother unloads a steamy bowel extraction on the sons chest. From an old-timey phonograph Louis Armstrong's "What a Wonderful World" begins to play and the Father drenches his sons chest in lighter fluid and lights him on fire with a Zippo shaped like Oscar the grouch.

After the crap on the sons chest has sufficiently burnt the Father and Daughter take the charcoal remains of the fecal matter from the screaming boy and rub them on their face and start doing a tap dancing black face rendition of "Lolita" where the father penetrates the daughter with a pool cue while the mother, who has now adorned herself with a pin needle strap-on proceeds to sodomize her still wailing son who now is enduring the pain of burning crap embers in his chest as Louis Armstrong proclaims "I hear babies cryin', I watch them grow, They'll know more, than I'll ever know".

Their dog, cookie, has a cute little Ku Klux Klan hat specialized made for dogs and, seeing his owners in black face, proceeds to attack their genitalia with a "fuher".

The Music slows and all family members stand up side by side and kick up their legs in a slow motion "Can-Can" "Yes I think to Myself, What a wonderful world."

For the longest time, the agent just sits in silence. Finally, he manages, "That's a hell of an act. What do you call it?"

And the father says, "The Aristocrats!"