WHAT? You’re kidding, right? Well, there goes my next magnum opus. crumples paper, throws it over shoulder It was for a chorus of yodelers and fife and drum corps.
Dammit.
Another calamity His Royal i-ness has saved us from. Huzzah for the King!
Harumph. I’m surrounded by philistines. (grumble, grumble…)
Actually, you probably saved me from embarrassing myself in front of His Majesty. Lemme know if you want to come over and use my livestock sometime.
Saved you from beheading, more like. You’re welcome.
Who was it that had the ocelot? I want to borrow that. Ocelots are cool, and I know this one weird trick to titillate them.
Now you’re getting it!
Let’s get this party swinging, I get first dibs on the chandelier
NIIIIICE. Has anyone ever had goats milk ice cream? What’s it like?
April 15 is the Feast of the King’s Cervical Vertebrae. Several years ago, seven of the King’s most devoted courtiers, seeking to honor the occasion, each made the bold decision to have their neck bones fused…and they’ve never looked back.
Leave my ocelot and toygers out of your sick fantasies. But, enjoy the icecream party, we have sprinkles. If that ain’t enough to titillate I don’t know what is.
Gyrate, dude what’s with all the feast days? I’m really tired of to having to dress up. And god knows you can’t be seen twice in the same get-up.
Participation in the Feast Days is entirely optional.
I refer you to post #160.
As noted, feast participation is optional. That said, if you’re looking for an excuse to avoid having to make choices about what to wear, you’re going to really like August*.
*although heavy sunblock is recommended
I am proud to announce the premier of my latest magnum opus, “Don’t Let Our Kingdom Fall Off The Page!” It is scored for crumhorn*, sackbut* and ophicleide*, featuring a chorus of chanting lumberjacks.
- Real instruments.
Can’t wait to hear it – and just in time!
Keep in mind, she has been installed as Empress, “optional” might have a different meaning for Royalty, just as it does for yesmen, flunkies and other members of the royal court, compared to what it means for the general public.
Regarding the August Festivities, you’re saying the Empress needs “new clothes” then?
Hah. That’s my kinda dressing.
Hmmmm,
I’ll see your Hah, and raise you one speculative eyebrow and wondering who’s really hiding behind the sweet Arkansawyer Empress we all like so much.
(speculative eyebrow comes complete with sassy grin, some assembly required,
batteries not included,
offer not valid in all states)
Reviving this thread because an heir is born! All will pay respects to the prince! The future of my kingdom is secure!
And we could use some help with the night feedings and changings, if it’s not too much trouble.
Awwwww! A Prince iiii is born.
Let me be the first groveler to grovel.
All hail iiandyv!
Live it up now, iiandyiiii, even if you are too broke and tired.
That heir is the Usurper to the Throne.
Please note how I make frequent references to my grandchildren as COTU#1, COTU#2 and COTU#3. You will be demoted to serf.
“Center of the Universe” is already filled. You’ll need to find a new omnipotent title.
(Sincerely, congrats on New Baby!)
~VOW
Waitaminnit . . .
Isn’t a ‘king’ supposed to be divinely inspired, and delivered unto Earth by some mythical story or somethin’? They don’t just appear out of thin air, bub. I suppose you’ve got some magical thing about sliding down Mount Paetku or something, arriving before anyone else after thumb-wrestling for control of the snowboard. And what about the little one? (Congratulations, by the way!)
Tripler
So what’s your divine-right-to-rule story?