XVI

Hahahaha

I hope you guys caught the reference.

But seriously—I’m being censored. Muzzled like the dog I mentioned before. And I’m being surveilled. One of my readers is doubling as an informant. God’s acre has a mole. How amusing! Anyway, I’m under what can only be described as a gag order. I’ve been told in no uncertain terms to find new fodder for conversation immediately—and I fully intend to acquiesce, as you never refuse a damsel’s request.

And I think I’ll turn in right about here. Three posts in one day is a bit excessive, don’t you think? Descansen.