*Private Journal Entry* My apartment smells like a fucking greenhouse because of Lockcock's constant pot use. He is using because of his PTSD from being left on the whipping post for 6 months. I want this mentally ill motherfucker out of my apartment. W
As the party continues and Goddesses have imbibed more alcohol, the distinction between "pig" and "free male" largely vanishes, and all males at the party are targets for humiliation and abuse
Hearing screams, thunder and an alarm, I moved away from the tied up captain of the escort ship, in whose cabin I decided to spend the last night before arriving in Venus, and went to the deck, dressing as I went.
I heard through the grapevine that the Press Secretary finished his first day of flying lessons at Camp Voliya. Every day of his lessons is a day less of him serving me. I decided to send him a text summoning him to my farmstead
