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While lolling in the steamy bath, could not help but wonder how my cunning plan was working back in Strangeville, Kansas. After all, so many people are obsessed with licking Master's head and with all of us in New Orleans, anyone could wander in and steal my fabulous collections -- Ty Nant bottles, magazine and newspaper articles, Chupa Chup arrangements -- or roll around in Master's Crimson Love Quarters. How best to keep these poor obsessed creatures at bay? Like a bolt of lightning (note to self: perhaps Fruity could go stand out in a field during a storm. Fried Fruity surely not so appealing to Master!) it hit me -- go enlist Preturnaturally Pretty Girl. She has so much experience with stalkers, after all. It was easy to persuade her to help (another note to self: chloroform is much easier than a brick to the back of the head) and a lovely pink scarecrow is now gracing the front lawn of the castle, right near the thrusting, spewing fountain that makes me weak in the knees every time I look at it. Any potential stalkers are bound (heh!) to be distracted by PP Girl and forget about Master. Ah, at times I amaze myself! I am worthy of genius Master. Life is good, if too filled with pretty boys. Wait, what am I saying? *Impossible* to have too many pretty boys! Perhaps I can deflect Fruity toward Whitnips and they can perform for us while Sneaky licks me and I lick Master. Must concoct another cunning plan.... More later. |
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