One hundred and eighty-sixth week
paid. (Sorry for the uncharacteristic delay.)
Thank you again, supreme leader, for your flawless timing.
Supreme Leader, your filthy, moustachioed, lustful Italian acolyte salutes you.
The Queen of Foxes guides us.
The Queen of Foxes teaches us.
The Queen of Foxes protects us.
In your light, we thrive.
In your mercy, we are sheltered.
In your wisdom, we are humbled.
We live only to serve.
Our lives (+wives, + holes) are yours.
Let's timely start the shenanigans, as the acolyte is ready to admire the beauty of the Supreme Leader sitting on her throne in her Cathedral.
