The Princess was wading in the icy cold water of what’s left of Antartica, when she spotted what she thought was an obelisk with a sun dial. Upon closer examination, she discovered it was a Lotus Lollipop. Unsure whether it was safe to lick naturally grown produce, she just stood and watched the spinning disc. Her favourite song, “The Octopus Garden”, started to play in her head.
In a quest to secure the Rubied Flower, the Princess rappelled down the Canyon At Pink Dawn. With quick wit, she whipped out a lasso from her Birkin and reined in the prized flower. She gave out a whoop and cried, “Rapunzel isn’t my name!” The Rubied Flower bears the secret of the golden thread, for cranking up and then later, osmosing the sun. Her trusted friend and donkey, the Donkey, held the ropes.
One day, the Princess decided to invade the castle. So she put on her red click-click shoes and rode on her favourite friend, the Donkey. Braying all the way, the Donkey cheered the Princess on her mission. Upon crossing the moat and reaching the castle gate, the Princess changed her mind. She saw that the castle is a nice castle afterall as it was flying a pink flag and there was a psychadelic glow coming from within. And so the Princess put on her party hat instead, dressed up as a bishop, and joined the party.
(“Princess” by BCSM, 4+)
PEK is Frazzled Princess. I can’t think straight, am aching all over and nose is dripping like a bloody toilet tap that you can’t completely turn off in a cheap motel. Drip. Drip. Drip. It does no one any good except to annoy and keep you awake.
I had to stuff my right nostril with a piece of tissue paper (I swear that’s the only thing that works; I’m sure all sinus sufferers can attest to that), at the same time get on with pumping out milk for K. B walks in and asks, “Why did Daddy do that to you?”
