My esteemed colleague, MadMartigan aka Lord Bucket Head may be on to something. I am suspicious, though, that Her Royal Spriteness is going public about getting 'Buz' tattoed on her left butt cheek. Copious amounts of alcohol were involved.
By the way, Sprite is a tiger when she puts on that Cat Woman suit. She really knows how to deal a mean cat-o-nine tails. Ouch! But I dtill don't appreciate being left alone to wiggle out of my restraints.
There is an ice cold beer calling out my name. Get me out of here, Percy!
LOL I hate to say that I told you so, folks, but… ‘I told you so’, and did that way back at 9:43 a.m., this morning. There has never been a specific time mentioned when she would step forward and reveal her secret. We have to assume she was talking about today in her time zone also, so just too prolong our misery; she might wait until 11:59 p.m., her time. haha.
Over the years, many of you have given Sprite a bad time by teasing and picking on her. Now she is getting revenge, and I’m sure it is sweet. I’m with you Sprite. I love all this probably about as much as you are. LOL
Three cheers for Sprite. Go Sprite, Go
If you're feeling bored during this Covid-19 epidemic I’d like to suggest
you take a peek at a story I collaborated with SueBrasil, a brilliant author.
It's about a mistake in judgment a lady makes concerning a friend, based
on the hurtful words of someone that only thinks of himself. Will that
conniving person succeed in ruining a beautiful friendship, or will she see
through his lies? It's gradually creeping up towards the 30,000 mark
and we’d love any votes or hearing whatever comments you may wish
to make. It is listed in my profile under ‘FAVOURITES’ as Apologize.
Look, buckethead. You might have gotten on Oliver but you didn't oust May. And for that you're not my fam anyway.
Am I being grumpy? I'm sorry. You are my fam. I just gotz to know!!!
That hurts, even if it's only a minor flesh wound. I wanted to win fair and squarsies so I didn't use my helmet's power. Not my fault jolly ole' England is full'a right tossers.
That hurts, even if it's only a minor flesh wound. I wanted to win fair and squarsies so I didn't use my helmet's power. Not my fault jolly ole' England is full'a right tossers.
True dat. Well. Not full. I mean there's me. And all the other Brits on lush.
Quote by sprite 1.5 hours (or, according to Hannah, a lifetime of torment).
I gotta go to bed, your highness. So that means I have to wait until the morning by which time it'll be like the remnants of a party I didn't go to, all empty bottles and passed out hot folk. It's so unfair!!
Whatever. I'm totally waking up in the middle of the night to check. Lol.
I gotta go to bed, your highness. So that means I have to wait until the morning by which time it'll be like the remnants of a party I didn't go to, all empty bottles and passed out hot folk. It's so unfair!!
Whatever. I'm totally waking up in the middle of the night to check. Lol.
i could just put it on hold until tomorrow for you...
You can’t truly call yourself peaceful unless you are capable of violence. If you’re not capable of violence, you’re not peaceful. You’re harmless.
I gotta go to bed, your highness. So that means I have to wait until the morning by which time it'll be like the remnants of a party I didn't go to, all empty bottles and passed out hot folk. It's so unfair!!
Whatever. I'm totally waking up in the middle of the night to check. Lol.
You kids today.
Someday you will learn that most of life is finding the remnants of a party you didn't go to, all empty bottles and passed out hot folk.
Luckily, this is one of those rare times I am awake, rested and ready. We'll send you pix.
Now y'all keep playing nice until sweet Sprite pisses us all off.
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I gotta go to bed, your highness. So that means I have to wait until the morning by which time it'll be like the remnants of a party I didn't go to, all empty bottles and passed out hot folk. It's so unfair!!
Whatever. I'm totally waking up in the middle of the night to check. Lol.
Fortunately, no baseball bats inside the house...unfortunately, all of my girls presently at home are in the safe in the bedroom closet....not that I could ever use one against Rachel anyway. I'll just take my beating politely and then undoubtedly profusely apologise for being in the way of her fists or knife or whatever, because Canada.
My dying words are bound to be "I'm sorry."
Want to spend some time wallowing in a Recommended Read? Pick one! Or two! Or seven!
As you know, Gav has been not only our main tech monkey, but our only tech monkey since the sites inception. It's been suggested, on occasion, that it would be nice to get him help - perhaps a sexy assistant, or savvy tech monkey Junior or even a wee magical fairy girl with a bit of knowledge around techy stuff. Every time, he's replied with "Any one touches anything, I'll feed 'em to the Kangas. Now, plunk that Sprite girl into my monkey cave so I can have a go at her bottom with my digeridoo." (some things are best left unspoken of).
Recently, however, Gav's load has gotten pretty crazy, so, in order to preserve the pristine code that he's implemented while still keeping the improvements coming, he came up with a solution: an upgrade. We're calling him Gav 2.0 although, he insists that we call him Emperor Gav to his face (except for me - he makes me call him "Master Gav" while prostrating myself naked at his feet and cleaning his armor with my tongue until it shines. Really not sure what that's all about, but apparently, it's in his contract - gonna have to have a work with Nicola one of these days...
Couple this with the fact that our facility in Scotsdale, AZ, has become cramped. There's just too many mods these days and they're all tripping over each other to the point of not being able to get much down. It didn't help that Ruthie burned down the east wing where my office resides, either. She claims it was an accident, but there is actual video footage of her lobbing a molotov cocktail through my picture window while extending her middle finger and crying out "Take that, you nazi bitch!" Remind me to revoke her drinking privledges...
So, long story short, we needed a new locale. Gav 2.0... Sorry. Master Gav... *lick lick lick* come up with a solution that none of us had even considered, sparking off a new, and incredibly expensive new project (hint hint) that sort of took a few strange turns and resulted in...
LushStories 4D! we bypassed 3D and virtual reality and conquered time and space, building several new offices (i'll post photos soon, for those interested) in varied locations throughout the space-time continuum.
What does that mean for me, the lush user, you may ask. Several things. With time travel, your stories should be modded faster. In fact, it will be possible to publish stories before they are even written. Also, we will be opening membership for anyone past, present, and future, as well as those from distant planets (the main lush office is currently orbiting Alpha Centari in the year 2392.
A few other things. As soon as the dust settles a little, we will be creating a new section that deals with the 4D aspect of lush that will keep you updated on changes, new staffing, and new features. Hopefully the launch will be relatively smooth, in the mean time, thanks for your patience (except for Hannah, who's patience was close to non-existance!) and I hope you enjoy the new site!
You can’t truly call yourself peaceful unless you are capable of violence. If you’re not capable of violence, you’re not peaceful. You’re harmless.