PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT.
Dear Prats. And Neechan.
I'm gonna KILLIE you all.
With a wooden spoon. Slowly. Painfully. Perhaps with those balls I pulled out of my clevage.
XOXO
-Your Tentacled Goddess, Icka.
I'm gonna KILLIE you all.
With a wooden spoon. Slowly. Painfully. Perhaps with those balls I pulled out of my clevage.
XOXO
-Your Tentacled Goddess, Icka.
Prostrate thyselves! The Goddess speaks!
Rejoice! For we been paid the Supreme Compliment. We have hurt Her brain!
But might I also suggest that the Brigade run its collective hinies off to avoid the Dreaded Wooden Spoon?
Re: Prostrate thyselves! The Goddess sputters!
Re: Prostrate thyselves! The Goddess sputters!
Re: Prostrate thyselves! The Goddess sputters!
Giant Flying Vibrator ring any bells?
KILLIE!!! *waves spoon*