The Brigadiere is Back
My Dearest Friends and Colleagues,
I have returned and recovered from my harrowing adventure in the African bush and am now fit as a fiddle for discourse again. If there is some beast pressing upon your mind, or some devilish spirit wearing upon your beleaguered soul, please do share. I shall do my very best to send Smiggins off to wrestle with these demons and bring them around to seeing it is simply not worth their while to engage in such frivolous pursuits.
Yours mostly returned from status incognito,
Sir Brigadiere General Grend31, Mrs.
ps. Has anyone seen my lacy white posh frock?
I have returned and recovered from my harrowing adventure in the African bush and am now fit as a fiddle for discourse again. If there is some beast pressing upon your mind, or some devilish spirit wearing upon your beleaguered soul, please do share. I shall do my very best to send Smiggins off to wrestle with these demons and bring them around to seeing it is simply not worth their while to engage in such frivolous pursuits.
Yours mostly returned from status incognito,
Sir Brigadiere General Grend31, Mrs.
ps. Has anyone seen my lacy white posh frock?
11 Comments:
Dear Bartholomew 'Beo' J. Biggles, esq.,
I am afraid my powers of prestidigitation have gone on a bit of a walk about. In regards to the changing of your venue of employ and sustenance acquisition, this should happen right about the time that it should be happening. As most things normally do throughout the course of one's day. *hrrrmph* I think. Hopefully. Time shall tell when she is good and ready to speak of it.
By the icy Jovian moons you appear to be absolutely right about Smiggins! He's confessed fully to the loss of my favorite posh frock and is currently awaiting an apt punishment to fall upon his guilty sunken shoulders so he may ease his overly burdened conscience.
Yours in the midst of sentencing,
Sir Brigadiere General Grend31, Mrs.
Howdy General,
I am in desperate need of a man for hire, if you know what I mean... There is a disgusting pimple of a man here, calls himself a consultant, and he is wreaking havok in my department... Do ya think Smiggens could off him? I would trade favors...
Yours respectfully,
~Katehopeeden
Dear Ms. Eden,
If I do gather the gist of your proposal correctly you would wish it that Smiggins pop by to perform a bit of the olde pesticide around the officeplace? Removal of the roach as it were? He'd be more than happy to do so and shall require absolutely no compensation or favorable treatment of any kind for said services.
He is still on the outs as he has yet to replace my posh frock. So he'll do this thing and like it! *hrrrphmph* I'm sending Smiggins off now in nothing more than a loincloth and toting a half-emptied can of Raid.
He needs a bit more challenge in his life at any rate which would mean he will have less time to run off all about in my best of my evening wear losing it all over Creation. This should provide that challenge! I thank you!
Yours once again forever in your debt,
Sir Brigadiere General Grend31, Mrs.
Um, say huh?
Dear Mr. Gustan,
Yours may be my most favorite of questions of this week thus far Mr. Gustan! Regarding your inquiry as to whether or not I shall or shall not utter the inquirious syllable... I have your answer: "Huh?".
Hoping yourself remains easy to please and is on the mend,
Sir Brigadiere General Grend31, Mrs.
My Dearest Brigadiere,
You were sorely missed at the weekly soiree. It seems that Your Psychic Fiend shed a couple of tears at not finding your most excellent self questing about her Friday Feature.
YPF rudely shoves Serra out of the way
Yo yo yo Brigsy! Where you at?
Serra sneaks up behind YPF, raises the Pringles can on high, and in one fell swoop sends it down over the usurper.
My apologies, Brigadiere. Here's hoping we see you once again next Friday. As usual, the comments post will be up Wednesday or Thursday.
S. Scented Serra, Esq.
Serra pads off, looking like a lunatic, talking to a Pringles can..."Yeah, biatch, you heard me, you don't get out until JUST before it's Ask YPF time! Shanghai MY Net time, willya? I'm gonna shove a cotton ball soaked in Ginger EO down there if you keep hollering--you KNOW how much that smells like ass, you stoopid slunt!
Smooch.
Dear sir BGG, M.
Now that I am Queen, and I have a newly aquired slave (although she hasn't taken to her new post as nicley as I hoped). What should I do with my time? I have the tea and crumpets thing down to an art... thank you. And the bird cage is cleared of all bird fooey.
It appears I, Lady Dragonfly, am now looking for more interesting ways to amuse myself... and different tasks to set for my 'slave'. Your insight would be most appreciated.
Kindest regards.
Lady Dragonfly
Ms. S. Scented Serra, Esq.,
You will have to forgive my most ungallant and inexcusable oversight. I did indeed miss my opportunity to plumb the depths of your most wise YPF.
I shall endeavor to be more regular and also make sure I find my way 'round to asking a question every week!
Yours most humbly begging for your absolution,
Sir Brigadiere General Grend31, Mrs.
Mister Dew Dew,
*huggles and a big wet one back at you, sir*!
Sir Brigadiere General Grend31, Mrs.
Dear Her Lady Dragonfly, Magesty,
With your newfound Queendom you may find that you have entered into the realm of having "far too much time on your hands".
As a ex-Brigadiere General I have found myself in a similiar place. In order to alleviate the boredom, it's wise to find interesting tasks for your lesser to do in which they can never succeed. It helps keep them on their toes.
Some of my favorites include: having every last crumb picked out of that infernal toaster, having all tile scrubbed with an olde toothbrush until spotless and having my corns chiseled and sanded regularly.
Hope this helps you some, milady.
Yours in dutiful deference,
Sir Brigadiere General Grend31, Mrs.
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