THE STORY OF A DUDE NAMED SHUGAR
There lived a dude, Shugar by nick. And he had his own name tatooed on his ass as a result of the local court decision for constant stealing sugar from stores. The matter was the dude used to be crazy of sugar and anything looking alike. Once upon a time he took a river journey down the Mississippi heading to a nearby Shugar plant. The guy had never seen an aligator before. But a huge one jumped out of water to show up and bite the guy so painfully at his ass, that Shugar nearly fainted. The dude was delivered back home in an ambulance car. The docs made him a fantastic plastic surgery in order to save the dude's ass. But on seeing Shugar everyone used to say time and again:

- Hey Shugar! It's a Heaven's punishment for your ass!
, in order to point out a thief.

Shugar's ass was soon back alright. Yet one letter was still missing. And
Shugar could no more steal shugar, cause every time he visited WC he felt a sort of that very pain as if the aligator was there again to bite the dude. You know Shugar's ass still used to remind him that he shouldn't steal shugar anymore. So as he could do nothing but dance and steal Shugar, he got a stripper job in a local night lady's club, where women from all over the world used to visit just to see Shugar. But when each one of them saw the dude's ass she got so excited that the chick's spelling was going wrong. So many blonds saw stripper S UGAR's ass instead of reading books, that it finally burst into a national illiteracy disaster.
S UGAR on the dude's ass was very sexy leading the chicks down. The Prosecutor General finally came to the conclusion that it was quite enough to observe Sugar dance entertainment and watch constant mistakes in papers. It should be stopped! - he shouted and on slamming the door of his car drove down at a crazy speed to the dude's town.
He came to that very S..UGAR Valley and told the dude not to dance anymore ever after. Otherwise he had a serious risk to gat in jail for the rest of his days. So Shugar decided to make another business: producing sugar cubes with his biten ass pic on the box. Besides the dude had earned enough to become a businessman. And all the fat ladies used to worship their former stripper and every day bought a new box of Sugar, which led all the other companies to financial collapse but Sugar became a monopolist. All of his competitors had come to be brokes by the time Sugar got a Nobel Prize for international business and saving ink in the whole world. By the way right after getting the letter H out of the word (that was approximately in early XX century) some Russian letters were removed from
our ABC as an eternal reply to the west: We'll save more ink than the U.S. for comrade Lenin to be able to write more and more of his bloody books. So we did. But let's get back to the story. Sugar as a national hero from Mississippi was buried at that magic place where he had been biten by alligator. Finally the dude was forgotten. But later on (a very interesting fact indeed) Bill Haley & the Comets (his worldwide famous band) wrote a very
junk song for his band with a lil hint to what had happened to Shugar's ass that saved the world economy. The song still can be heard around: "See you later, alligator!"
So each time you happen to buy a rock'n'roll CD, think of this spelling story of a prosperous dude Shugar whose stone table on the grave still illustrates a big ass with a word S UGAR on it. It's not often fat ladies come to that place 'cause of the alligators may jump out of water again and bite their own ass, which - as everyone knows - wouldn't have any chances for a few more dollars in case of the incident.

THE END

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P.S.: The story of Shugar none the less was spread around the world and in the former Soviet Union there was a special film dedicated to poor people and whatever they have to do in order to improve their financial state of