Tuesday, August 11, 2026
TRUE LIES AND DOUBTFUL ALIBIS WITH VLADVAMPIRELORD
LADY MORGANA insists she is NOT a liar. I recall many years ago our marriage was on the rocks and baby DAMIEN EXCELSIAR was born. Every marriage counselor we visited advised we divorce, but I could not abandon a newborn and crazy cray wife even though I was like a year without SEX and eating hamburger helper on the regular.
Though I knew things would eventually end badly and there would be a high price to pay, I started a relationship with another woman, MORTITIA DEGRADADAS and soon was beyond my wildest dreams in kitty meow meow and bad hoo doo. It was the least worst I could do under the circumstances.
I would stay out all night and return home with LADY MORGANA knowing I smelled of sex sweaty mess loving and a younger woman's scent who did actually give a fuck. Usually, more than one.
Soon I noticed that I could not find my underwear and LADY MORGANA insisted she did not know where my lost underwear was.
It wasn't until the affair was over that I opened a closet door and an avalanche of underwear hit me and LADY MORGANA just smiled as she confirmed she had been taking my underwear hostage for the wild strange pussy quest I had been engaged in.
So LADY MORGANA is a liar after all and an underwear rustling bitch of the worst kind.
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