Sick, no sleep for 2 days. I wrote a short story.

Betticus

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Once upon a time in this magical land called Colorado there was a princess, but not just any princess. This princess was a pretty, pretty princess! That's better than a regular princess. When she came of age her father King Cyrullis of Borg called for all the prospective suitors to come to his castle to woo her hand in marriage.

On the first day of the feast the King asked all of the suitors to answer questions of Princess Rocky so that she could get to know them better. Princess Rocky posed this question for the group of horny, sweaty suitors and asked "If we were to go somewhere romantic to talk where would you take me"?

The group were busily thinking when one man in particular stepped immediately in front of the crowd, he was wearing silly pink pantaloons and a foppish hat and was obviously French as his attitude problem showed. The man puffed out his chest and said "Princess Rocky, I would take you to the mountains to my family's ski lodge where I would build a roaring fire to warm ourselves by, I would pour you the finest wine and feed you grapes while you and I talk about whatever your heart desires".

Princess Rocky immediately hurled a javelin through the midsection of this French twit and then had her prize hunting dogs urinate on his spasming body so that his last memory on Earth would be the humiliation of his complete failure as a man and the knowledge that everyone saw a dog piss in his mouth and nose. He shuddered and died and the dogs dragged his corpse into the corner to feast upon his sweetmeats.

Fucking French people!
 
Betticus said:
Princess Rocky immediately hurled a javelin through the midsection of this French twit

Fucking French people!

You just made me spit my juice outta my nose! And ermmm Rocky? :p
 
~Blacklace~ said:
You just made me spit my juice outta my nose! And ermmm Rocky? :p

Rocky is a friend of mine that used to post here as MistressJ. Sorry about the juice.
 
graceanne said:
Only if you go to bed like a good boy.

*cough* I hate having a cold. I almost made my own cookies last night but the damn grocery store stops selling liquor at midnight so I couldn't get the bottle of port.

Holy crap, I thought it was almost five in the evening. I just realized that it's five in the morning.

Port wasn't for cookies, I was thinking of coring some pears and filling them with a mix of port, honey and brown sugar with a little clove and cinnamon and baking them just to see what happens.

I'm so pissed that I can't manage to get fresh figs in this spastic colon of a city.
 
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