She sat there in her office chair, elbow

She sat there in her office chair, elbow on the desk, head resting in her hand thinking. Thinking about what had caused her to react so strongly to his remark. He had only said

'What do you thinking of girl?' She just quite and not responding to the man talking. He gone and simply gone. She only thinking of one think and she can't appear to let it go.

She was thinking of how gay the man looked. He was wearing pink pants and had make up on. And there he was asking her what she was thinking. She didnt know to answer or laugh

thought, climbing the top rope of the squared circle atop Buckingham Palace. Queens didn't play by the rules, so she tucked a stiletto in the turn buckle, whipped her legs around

the rope and shimmied up. "Your Majesty! Please come down from there!" Foiled again Liz ii loved playing at Lara Croft, but her staff wouldn't let her. She handed the thin blade to

one of he Corgis, who ran around the dining hall lacerating aristocrats' ankles.

This was an effective and entertaining way to spread staph infections among the aristocracy. Meanwhile, the killer Corgis moved on to

bounty hunting with their friend Dog. While it seemed a waste of their prodigious talents, the killer Corgis were always thanked at the awards dinner, which wasn't too shabby.

This year's them was "A Bounty-full Harvest" and the Queen herself would attend. We were all so proud, so deadly, but so tired. The cycle never ends.