<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/f1f2/r6w4mnzyotqfgwk6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> Danai</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Dianne Devotee</span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>Blah, blah, blah.  I truly don’t understand.  Blah, blah.</em>  I paid the server to plant the mic to hear this crap?<br/><br/>Let’s see.  Where do you think our tastes were groomed Vajayjay?  Do you not think the moment she pays attention to you, she’s not paying attention to me, us?  We obey and do not question, but she has taught us the pleasure of a certain life.  She created us.<br/><br/>But really.  Press your friends into ridiculous meanderings.  We see you.  We’ll snatch you.  Mistress will be pleased.  We’ll be rewarded and we just know she’ll lose interest in you.  <br/><br/>Mandy and I are divided on whether you not having an ear would interest Mistress more.  . . . or less.  <br/><br/>Maybe we’ll flip a coin. <br/></span>