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
"Attention all shoppers: public humiliation in aisle 3". It's embarrassing that now we can't even go to the store without female supervision, but at least pigs can still be useful when she needs milk from the top shelf. I just wish I could do it with
