My Brilliant Career

Money making schemes and other Mr Meaners or how not to make money.

The wedding of Urma Cuntbox to Arnold Meaner, well they thought they were married.

On a toilet in a mansion in Memphis in 1977 the bottom fell out of my world . I had been an Elvis impersonator one of the top ones in killamory in fact hoping to retire before I got old. I had gone through my hip wiggling phase, my sweaty phase, my fat phase and my fat sweaty gospel phase but the old voice box wasn't holding up too well and rather than cut back to 60 ciggies a day I gave up singing.

I took to Officiating at weddings as Elvis and in my time I had married over 2000 couples but the Elvis thing was over and every nutjob was doing it and making it look ridiculous .

Old Knudsen had to adapt and reinvent himself so I looked around to see what else was big, besides I wasn't actually qualified to marry people.

Who do the kids love ? I asked myself and so I became a Michael Jackson impersonator and opened up a daycare. One day people stopped bringing their kids over and the police came round and asked all sorts of questions, I think the Catholic Church next door was freaking them out .

After that the only real money I made was when I sold David Kildorf's Apple operating system to Bill Gates for 50,000 dollars.

Mr Gates is amazing all he started out with was a newspaper round the clothes on his back and a small paper bag, of course he did have 100 million dollars in the paper bag.

If you mix the DNA of Stephen Hawking who is well known for talking funny.

And the DNA of Montgomery Burns.

You get Bill Gates. Can you see it?


I dabbled for a bit with plastic surgery but due to something called 'infection' I was forced to move and change my name.

I got into the oil business as all of those cunts are rich.

I went to Kuwait in 1990 and showed them this thing called horizontal drilling, we don't need no stinking borders. The Iraqis took exception and well I don't want to talk about it because that led to my 4th mental breakdoon .

I became a wandering breakdancing crime fighter in Slovenia and then I hooked up with a religious group called Heaven's Gate, they weren't for me to be honest I mean I thought I was nuts.

I did manage to part some of them from their hard earned cash by selling them track suits and trainers.

For those mongs who can't find Killamory on a map its that way, does it hurt you being so stupid?

I have since got my sanity back and am looking into selling real estate in Killamory, Donald Trump has expressed an interest as he wants to build a big golf course for rich homosexual types as thats who play golf.

I shall also be selling signed photos of me arse and as that cunt Manuel is selling badges because you know about those waiters and their bits of flare I shall be selling t-shirts as modelled by my good friend Alan who is from Belfast.

Alan has been missing for the pass 2 weeks and his family are very worried.

Actually I sold him to a pair of doctors over in Edinburgh but don't tell.

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Special K Wins Again.

Those were the days when I was a wrestler.' Special K' I was known as, because I am Special and me name is Knudsen, get it? that was before special was a nickname for a mong and before the fucking cereal that took me to court and forced me to stop using the name, I even came up with a merger idea, Old Knudsen kicks the shite out of you, Special K shites the shite out of you, but no, they ended up going for female models with perfect bodies to entice morons to buy it, you can see me in this photo while I was in me prime with both legs and firm man tities, I could get the fatsos to buy the cereal look at me I'm 90% muscle and 20% charm, fucking buy it you fat shites, and soon you could look like me. A lost chance for the company to be sure, and where are they now?

I've fought and destroyed Wrestlers like, Bomber Harris, Pee Wee Sherman and The Bridgeport Fister, I was a champion, me on my own was a tag team, they knew they were going to get hurt when they enter my ring, "enter my ring at yer peril" I would say to them and they would giggle nervously I suppose you could describe it.
I tried to get more than one at a time into my ring,"c'mon ya pansies I can take 5 of yous at once , I'm a real man".

My classic move would be the money shot then I would rip their ass apart, if you think its fake then look at all the blood as I pounded away, the ring would be slippery and covered in blood but that's the way I like it.

Boys all over Europe and even in the States practiced the money shot, I was a sort of hero, my move has even been featured in many movies, I never received any residuals for it but I don't mind the fame and the glory was enough for me, like a modern day Gladiator.

When I had to change my name because of the court case everything changed. Me as the Fighting Fogey never drew in the crowds, a fickle lot Blog readers, er I mean Wrestling fans. I'd lost in court and they just didn't want to know anymore.

In case you're wondering, its ok to wear the Saltire as Wrestling shorts as long as you smash yer enemies and get drunk before and after the battle so I brought pride to my fine flag. I was a little worried that they made me look ghey though.