She Is Nought But a Maneater, She Maketh Ye Wyrke Harde (She Maketh Ye Spend Harde)

[moneypenny]

Last night I had a sex dream about Nelly Furtado. In our post-coital conversation, Nelly at some point started adding extraneous syllables to the end of her words and talking about treachery, and I leapt out of bed and exclaimed, "Nelly, fuck, that sounds like straight-up Chaucer."



As for this weekend, I somehow ended up preparing a delicious buttery, seasoned meaty dish for a cat. Where's my secretary?

Emily