...and the trumpets blared, the heralds...umm...heralded, bright pennons snapped in the breeze and an expectant hush fell upon the plebs for 'tis time for The Boomy to arrive...and the masses did'st rejoice.
...and the trumpets blared, the heralds...umm...heralded, bright pennons snapped in the breeze and an expectant hush fell upon the plebs for 'tis time for The Boomy to arrive...and the masses did'st rejoice.
Its like you are in my head seeing how it will all unfold :OD
It's a glorious moments, and one the plebeians will na'er forget.
Haha, indeed. One must put on a show for the peons!
The poor fuckers...work and toil all day, the least we can do is brighten their drudgery a little by displaying your magnificence!
It gives them the spirit to toil that little bit harder for their betters when in the workhouses!
Absolutely, it's such a motivation...Sort of like the lash, but not as good.
Oh yes, we must use both. The lash rules and the rest supports.
I should have been a workhouse owner :OD