Jeez, I'm gone for a couple months and look what happens...
I guess you guys need me. So I'm opening a...shop of sorts.
A massage parlor, for all you tired, stressed out epilepiteers out there who are just a-hankerin' for a spankerin'.
I don't wear clothes.
just my scale mail.
what does that have to do with anything? Cripes. I'm disgusted. Do you like envelopes, Mary? At least ***** killed the ***** star, right? Uu?
Love and sloppy kisses,
Kona Diamante.....
PS,

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Glacian, in the year 251 AF.