I thought I could beat a woman at chess, but she put me in my place and reduced me to tears. This is my public apology, and my recognition of my own inferiority. Thank you for making me your chess bitch.
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.
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
