(05-19-2015, 04:18 PM)Bryn Wrote:(05-19-2015, 04:15 PM)Dogberry Wrote:(05-19-2015, 04:11 PM)Bryn Wrote:(05-19-2015, 02:06 PM)Dogberry Wrote:(05-19-2015, 02:01 PM)Bryn Wrote: I really don't think chachan's going to be growing any time soon, Dog. Even if he does want to meet your standards to ride.
Nonsense, all it takes is a little fertilizer and some regular watering!
And ah, Bryn, my dearest, my autumn flower, ma belle peche. If only I had both eyes to behold you. At least then I wouldn't have to feign having a blind spot for the sake of fairness when we spar.
Ah yes, 'sparring'. That thing where Bryn lets Dog win for fear of emasculating him again. 'Her man always wins', indeed; because she's learned to let him win lest he get upset.
Dog, you are my myna, my liebe. I am the Mr Hands to your Hengst.
And by that I mean that you're a massive pain in the arse.
And no, not like that. There may be one backdoor Barbara in this relationship, and we both know it's not Bryn.
Your claim of letting me win may just hold water. Enough water for you to freak out and flail around in like you're drowning when you fall into it, which we both know isn't much.
Bryn got a new fabric softener for her bedsheets today. It's cheap whorehouse ale scented.
So Dog can feel right at home when he's biting that pillow.
I'll have you know, I've never traded with prostitutes. It's too expensive, especially when I can always charm aging Ala Mhigan nobles looking for man candy to help them feel young again.
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