Enjoying a quiet night up in my tower, with a nice glass of wine, a pig under my foot, and taking the time to compose a little poem examining the true meaning of this silly little M.A.L.E.S. group.
While the Queen is away, I've been tasking with cleaning every single one of her shoes. This task was always more fun while she was wearing them, of course, but I'm still working hard even when she's not here. It's a tough job, but far better than th
After a long and arduous journey, I've been secretly smuggled into Riverbed. The Queen took great delight in letting out her stresses on me, but found I was making too much noise. Even gagged with her dirty sock, I couldn't keep myself quiet.
