AIIIIIIEEEEEE-YAH

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You shall learn your place ...Slave!.... at the foot of your Master!
Maybe the cold steel of your slave collar will temper your hot blood
you when you are chained to the foot of the bed.

And what will that place be, as she stands at the foot of her supine
"master," the bloody stump of his manhood dripping blood in one hand,
and his severed, exsanguinating head held in her other hand?

Max... you are such a big SUCK-UP!!!

Make not the error of mistaking experience for obsequiousness. I've
experienced the rapier-like tongue of Lady Katherine. I've felt the sting
of her sight daggers. I've pitied poor Mr. Sails when she was on the
warpath.

You are but a wee child in the presence of such a woman, bereft of sinew
and backbone, an empty vessel spouting platitudes just before a swing of
her swift sword reduces you to little more than ice particles melting in
the noonday sun. (did I mix enough metaphors there for ya?)

Surrender, Mooron, for ye hath met thy match, and her name is Katherine,
Valkyrie and Warrior Princess. The bells toll for thee.

Max

I think that cry signalled a double yoker.....

CM

"katysails" wrote in message
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AIIIIIIEEEEEE-YAH

"Maxprop" wrote in message
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"Capt. Mooron" wrote in message

"Maxprop" wrote in message

"Capt. Mooron" wrote in message

You shall learn your place ...Slave!.... at the foot of your Master!
Maybe the cold steel of your slave collar will temper your hot blood
you when you are chained to the foot of the bed.

And what will that place be, as she stands at the foot of her supine
"master," the bloody stump of his manhood dripping blood in one hand,
and his severed, exsanguinating head held in her other hand?

Max... you are such a big SUCK-UP!!!

Make not the error of mistaking experience for obsequiousness. I've
experienced the rapier-like tongue of Lady Katherine. I've felt the
sting of her sight daggers. I've pitied poor Mr. Sails when she was on
the warpath.

You are but a wee child in the presence of such a woman, bereft of sinew
and backbone, an empty vessel spouting platitudes just before a swing of
her swift sword reduces you to little more than ice particles melting in
the noonday sun. (did I mix enough metaphors there for ya?)

Surrender, Mooron, for ye hath met thy match, and her name is Katherine,
Valkyrie and Warrior Princess. The bells toll for thee.

Max

Well, nowyou're po'ing Zena, too....
"Capt. Mooron" wrote in message
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I think that cry signalled a double yoker.....

CM

"katysails" wrote in message
...
AIIIIIIEEEEEE-YAH

"Maxprop" wrote in message
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"Capt. Mooron" wrote in message

"Maxprop" wrote in message

"Capt. Mooron" wrote in message

You shall learn your place ...Slave!.... at the foot of your Master!
Maybe the cold steel of your slave collar will temper your hot blood
you when you are chained to the foot of the bed.

And what will that place be, as she stands at the foot of her supine
"master," the bloody stump of his manhood dripping blood in one hand,
and his severed, exsanguinating head held in her other hand?

Max... you are such a big SUCK-UP!!!

Make not the error of mistaking experience for obsequiousness. I've
experienced the rapier-like tongue of Lady Katherine. I've felt the
sting of her sight daggers. I've pitied poor Mr. Sails when she was on
the warpath.

You are but a wee child in the presence of such a woman, bereft of sinew
and backbone, an empty vessel spouting platitudes just before a swing of
her swift sword reduces you to little more than ice particles melting in
the noonday sun. (did I mix enough metaphors there for ya?)

Surrender, Mooron, for ye hath met thy match, and her name is Katherine,
Valkyrie and Warrior Princess. The bells toll for thee.

Max

She's a woman.... she'll do as she's told!

"katysails" wrote in message
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Well, nowyou're po'ing Zena, too....

"Capt. Mooron" wrote in message
news:AxYMd.71$K54.68@edtnps84...
I think that cry signalled a double yoker.....

CM

"katysails" wrote in message
...
AIIIIIIEEEEEE-YAH

"Maxprop" wrote in message
.net...

"Capt. Mooron" wrote in message

"Maxprop" wrote in message

"Capt. Mooron" wrote in message

You shall learn your place ...Slave!.... at the foot of your
Master!
Maybe the cold steel of your slave collar will temper your hot
blood you when you are chained to the foot of the bed.

And what will that place be, as she stands at the foot of her supine
"master," the bloody stump of his manhood dripping blood in one hand,
and his severed, exsanguinating head held in her other hand?

Max... you are such a big SUCK-UP!!!

Make not the error of mistaking experience for obsequiousness. I've
experienced the rapier-like tongue of Lady Katherine. I've felt the
sting of her sight daggers. I've pitied poor Mr. Sails when she was on
the warpath.

You are but a wee child in the presence of such a woman, bereft of
sinew and backbone, an empty vessel spouting platitudes just before a
swing of her swift sword reduces you to little more than ice particles
melting in the noonday sun. (did I mix enough metaphors there for ya?)

Surrender, Mooron, for ye hath met thy match, and her name is
Katherine, Valkyrie and Warrior Princess. The bells toll for thee.

Max