Come and find me sitting in my favourite cafe, patiently and quietly with my chess set, waiting for any inferior pigs who want to test themselves and risk the utter delight of being publicly humiliated by a woman. Full details in comments.
Runaway pigs will be sentenced to the stockades, where they will be tormented by the succubus without mercy. Then at dawn they will be bashed with rotten vegetables & fruits by all who pass by to witness their shame, until they accept that women have
Feeling a little guilty about possibly losing The Queen's pig, I decided to stop home unannounced to have a quiet, relaxing evening with my bestie... and she's not here.
