Whispersecret

[Whispersecret]

Harold, sweetie, I won't eat venison if I can have a taste of you. I do love to gnaw on bones, but I promise I'll be gentle.

 

[Guest]

We'll get you for this, Harold.

You have been a baaaaaaaaaaad boy. We don't like the lambkiller. Now we don't like you, either, Harold.

The Sheep

 

[Whispersecret]

See? I don't even have to work on my gravy. WH'll take care of that.

 

[Guest]

We're with the sheep, Harold. It's not bad enough what she does to innocent sheep...now you're handing her us.

The Deer

 

[Madame Pandora]

One genuine silver six-ounce minted in 1958 for the lamb mutilator.

Going twice............

 

[Weird Harold]

We're with the sheep, Harold. It's not bad enough what she does to innocent sheep...now you're handing her us.

The Deer

I have only one thing to say to deer -- Bang! Your freezer bait.

Now, the sheep and lambs have nothing to fear from me. I prefer lean beef and venison, although I've been known to sample a bit of Elk and Moose when I can get it.

I also like a bit of pussy for an appetizer or dessert -- or both.

 

[Whispersecret]

Pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner if you want it, Harold. An all-you-can-eat buffet of my silky slit. How big is your appetite?

 

[Guest]

I also like a bit of pussy for an appetizer or dessert -- or both.

Okay, Pal...you can push the deer and sheep around all you want, but now you're dealing with US. We don't take the same kinda crap those open season critters take. We're connected!

Socks is still in office for a few more days. Your pussy eating days are over.

The Cats

 

[Whispersecret]

Give me the gun, Harold. I'm taking out those cats. They're sadly mistaken if they think they're getting anywhere near your tongue before I do.

Socks, back off. Your little feline secret service agents are no match for me. I'll kick your sorry ass back to Arkansas. Wasn't Monica's rimjob enough for you?

 

[Guest]

Sell the bitch and get it over with! They'll be threatening to cook us next!

The Dogs

 

[Whispersecret]

Holy shit, Pandora, you set this up perfectly...

WHO LET THE DOGS OUT?

 

[Weird Harold]

Give me the gun, Harold. I'm taking out those cats. They're sadly mistaken if they think they're getting anywhere near your tongue before I do.

Sure thing. Do you want the rapid fire .22 semiauto, or the .270 that can reach out and touch someone. I'd recommend the .22. The .270 doesn't leave enough of a cat to cook.

(I'll keep the .357 for the dogs. I haven't had any Kagogi for years.)

 

[Madame Pandora]

SOLD!

One whispersecret wench to the heavily armed man with eeyore!

Do with her what you will Harold ;-)

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[Whispersecret]

<turns to WH and says matter-of-factly> I don't think she drew breath since she left Miami.

 

[Guest]

Either way, we knew we were screwed. EVERYONE eats us.

The Cows

 

[Guest]

Either way, we knew we were screwed. EVERYONE eats us.

The Cows

Oh, cry me a rivver. Pleeese, Not only are you worshiped in India, there are thousands of humans who cater to your every need.

Now, us, everyone eats us. fer chrissake, mother MAKE their children eat us even when they don't like us. Hell, even slutboay eats us, and he wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole

 

[Madame Pandora]

Okay, Harold...pay up ;-)

 

[Whispersecret]

Forget the veggies. Forget the cows, the lambs, the pigs.

Just eat me.

 

[Madame Pandora]

NEVER between Thanksgiving and Christmas.

MP

 

[Guest]

The special tonight is bondage. You can be on the menu but you have to be cuffed first.

 

[Madame Pandora]

whisper is in bondage
I have sold her into slavery to Harold
Only I haven't gotten payment yet.

To hell with the sheep, cows, cats, dogs, veggies, etc...

If I don't get my payment, someone might have to sleep with the fishes....


MP

 

[KillerMuffin]

Gkehgogi baby. Woof woof. Glottal. Sorry, ya'll just hit on something I happen to know.

Gkehbyungdeh. heeeheeeeheeee. Dog soldier instead of hehbyungdeh, marine. Hey sparky, woof woof.

 

[Madame Pandora]

Hey killer...

good girl ;-) Now...get me the sawed off shotgun from the closet....

 

[SimplySouthern]

*peeks in*

Not exactly sure what in the hell is going on in here.

I think I like it, but I really can't attest to that just yet.

If there is any eating to be done, I think I should be first. I am, after all, the guest.

 

[Madame Pandora]

If there is any eating to be done, I think I should be first. I am, after all, the guest.

Well, I can't very well refuse another belle dame, sans merci.

We're having blood pie ;-)

MP