I am starting to think that Scylla just gets off on everyone begging him for more !
More, Scylla oh please more, give us more.
I feel so dirty now !
Tonight.
I’ve been writing these things when Mrs. Scylla takes her bath and Baby Scylla is sleeping.
Can’t have the misses walking in and asking “Wat’cha writing?” now can we?
“Mutton honey,” he replied sheepishly.
What? 
I swear I’m gonna get fired for checking this thread every 15 minutes… The suspense is killing me. 
Pappy sez " put their hind legs in rubber boots so they can’t kick"
Ewe people should go flock yourselves.
bump.
Even in tragedy, we have not forgotten the sheep.
In a time of great saddness, you, Devil’s Grandmother, have put a smile on my face, if only for a moment. I thank you for that.
You’re welcome SLSB, and if you are a Gilbert and Sullivan fan or have ever watched a Xena episode I hope you will enjoy this:
http://www-2.cs.cmu.edu/~valkyrie/parody/xena.html
Word to the wise, finish your drink before opening.
BUMP
This story needs an ending!
What happens after the Milking Machine of Carnal Pleasure ™ exploded?!?
Does Scylla ever satisfy his lust for sheep!?!
Inquiring minds need to know!
sneaks in some junior mints and a bottle of water into the theater and finds a seat
Scylla, please! Wool you ever finish this?
Maybe he’s been a bad car accident and he’s lying in a ditch somewhere…
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bleating.
No, he’s been posting. So he’s not ina ditch, under a piece of heavy equipment or otherwise managing to damage himself on the farm.
No pressure, Scylla, but when you’re ready, we’re hear to read.
No pressure? No pressure?!..
Pressure, yes! In the last week there’s been a terrorist attack, major layoffs at my company and a tropical storm (I live in FL). It’s been damn depressing and I could really use a little levity.
Please, please, pretty please Scylla, I gotta have a fix…I don’t know how much longer I can take it…
My James Herriot books have started looking interesting again…
I’m beggin’ you. I’ll do anything…
After all of this build up there’s bound to be a huge anticlimax…
anticlimax? you mean down his leg?
mutton like that, i’d think. i’m shear.
[sub]juuust catching up on my pun quota…
They were pretty baaaaaad, Saepiroth. But don’t worry; I won’t lambaste you for it. We all know you’re a card.
Maybe the Evil Nazi Groundhogs[sup]TM[/sup] got him.
I just don’t feel… …ready. Yet.
Ewe Tease !
shear god… it’s baacome worse than Xanth!
the punning has infected me! i hoove to get rid of it!
wool you help me? please?
too late…
must…
GET THE FLAMETHROWER!
<FOOOSH!>
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[sub]i’m baa-ter now.[/sub]