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."
To start off with the 8 year old daughter rips off her clothes and attaches a strapon, she then promptly begins to chase down the dog. The dog slams his head into the talent agent's desk and cracks his skull open, the daughter makes a running jump and lands right in the dogs behind. Upon seeing the bloody beastiality taking place the son takes down his pants and runs over with his pants around his ankles eager to take part. The father begins to beat his wife violently about the head with his dick while putting the blame on her gene pool for producing inbreeders. A thousand primative island natives storm into the office and throw bagfulls of aborted babies on the floor, the natives then begin a sick sexual ritual too disgusting to describe. The orgy soon turns into a brawl and various sexual organs are hacked off onto the floor. The newly resuracted Jesus Christ then comes in and ****s on everbody before taking the mother roughly from behind while feeding her morning-after pills.
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!"