Princess Sashalita, mistress of all she surveys. How may we serve you better, oh noble hound? Speak unto your beloved subjects and hand-maidens, Sashalita, Sultana of Slobberers.
Dribble upon our hands, sneeze upon our flesh, wipe your wickkies on our unworthy vestments. Lay your noble snout about our worthless butts. We are your servants, oh chosen one.
Unmoved, the Princess gazed into the middle distance. Once again, her servants were perplexed, what was the Princess thinking, what was going through her mind?
Unmoved, the Princess gazed into the middle distance. Once again, her servants were perplexed, what was the Princess thinking, what was going through her mind?
1 comment:
Bugger all was going through her mind. That dog is a paw short of a portion. Fact.
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