Naughty Letters to Ms. Mac

Countless noble souls (and many fluffy kittens) sacrificed their lives during the making of this blog. We think you will agree they were worth it.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

We Slayed 'Em!

Waiting for our curtain call

That skirt swirls like a dream!

This time I managed the handstand without slipping...


Mine is the power and the glory!

CanCan Time Again

Dearest Ms. Mac,

I'm so happy you blogged again that I wish I could spend the entire day in social intercourse with you. Alas, as you know, my life is infinitely busy and glamorous: today I must drag my sorry carcass down to the Village which is celebrating the 1900 Festival again.

I will be wearing that sumptuous black and red costume with the frilly skirt, the cleavage and the ankle boots and I will attempt to avoid extreme ridicule as I shake my dessicated old bones and perform the high kicks (or medium high kicks) alongside the young, bouncy dancers.

So, until next time, I bid you adieu and bestow you with much festive love and dusty saloon bar kisses,




Friday, September 25, 2009

Dispatch from The Village of the Damned

Sweet Bunny Lover,

Yes, I got your sunny sext yest but was so green with envy I was unable to string a coherent sentence together to wish you the greatest joy while stroking your rabbit in the sun.

Nothing going on as yet. My showdown with my arch nemesis isn't until 4:30pm so think of me then as I sit biting my tongue until it bleeds. According to Fight Club you can swallow about three pints of your own blood before you vomit which should mean I manage to not puke by the end of the meeting. The overwhelming urge to scream, "Well he's got his apprenticeship now so shut the fuck up!" will be incredibly hard to overcome.

Hehe- Hard.

Your lovely clients will miss your sunny disposition dreadfully. Have you warned your dear, naive young replacement about the sniffer? And do you think Jesus will be sorry to see you go? How will he bear the loss of his crush?

My caramel slice was amazing and yet, still not perfect. I shall have to keep trying until it is fit to be sold at market. And then I won't sell it, I will eat it all alone when everyone is out at work/school. *evil cackles*

Muchos cute and furry besos (I grew a moustache just to compete with the bunny)