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
First, my shipment of cute workout clothes gets stolen, and now Goddess Minors are running around Riverbed acting like horny pigs? What the hell is happening?
Even though pigs will never have independence in The Matriarchy, I still want to see lots of fireworks tomorrow night. Bonus points if you lose a few fingers!
Due to some unfortunate incidents with the pig shoe cleaners on the Palace staff doing a subpar job, I am personally overseeing remedial training so that they are up to snuff for the State Dinner
