So what did mean ol Princess Katherine make Her bitch do on Friday night? Hahahahhahaha. Dying to know I bet!

Those of you eager sluts that phoned wanting to know more, the ones that actually did a superb job of begging, even the tribute-button-click-happy-monkeys hoping to impress Me with the green stuff I adore, in return for the 411, were all told…….

Not a damn thing! Hahahhahahah.

I love torturing the members of My lil All Things Katherine and Worship Brigade. Some of them are so fucking pathetic with the way they just linger on the phone or in My mailbox for just a lil scrap of anything about Me, wanting to know all My likes and dislikes, and what I am up to when I am not taking calls from wankers.

It wouldn’t surprise Me to see, the losers all root through My trash for their lil treasures! Hahahahhaha. I just had this image of Me walking out to get in My car, the trash cans all toppled over, with all My devoted piggies all delighting in their lil finds, and squealing with glee. Hahahhahahha. Too funny! Good thing they don’t know where the fuck I live, cuz I don’t have a clue as to what agency I would call other then animal control? Hahahahah. Or would I call pest control? I can just imagine that phone conversation too!!! Hahahhahahah. “What is the problem, Miss?” and I have to reply with, “There are naked creatures, that sorta resemble men, wait, can’t be males cuz I don’t see the right appendages, wait, there they are, I nearly missed them because their lil weenies were all just so damn small, and some seem to be wearing hotpink panties too.”

But I digress…….

Hahhahahahha…..Now, where was I? Oh, YES! Back to the night out with My hot bitchboy for the evening……

Oh hell, My loser line is ringing again……………..