The Palace has several cars at any time but not all at once and there is at least one car, not necessarily parked in front or in the driveway, but near the Palace at all times. The other night I woke because of the wind. It was blowing pretty strong and I looked out the bedroom window and noticed a vacancy in cars. Usually Mean Queen is parked across the street directly from our house and then a lesser car, a car that needs paint parked directly across of the Palace, one or two other cars parked in front of the Palace and Daddy drives a new VW. Well, not new, but not an old VW.
Now, why are there no cars there at three in the morning? None. Not one. Zip for the first time and it is three in the morning? Santa Helpers? I don't think so. I think Mean Queen's eggs are beginning to hatch. They are spreading her eggs across Los Angeles. Across Southern California and probably across the entire Western Pacific.
Mean Queen's hips are vast and strong. She looks like a fertility goddess come to life. Big ass, big tits and probably a vagina that could take Daddy's VW. She lays eggs in a warren labyrinth beneath the floor boards of the Palace. They're taken care of by minions, those who yearn to be Jihad Party Boys and entertained at night by Drag Queen and her eunuch. But what of the eggs? What comes from these capsules jettison between the legs of Mean Queen? And why were there no cars in front of the Palace at three in the morning?
This mystery must be solved, the future of the hood could be at stake. I have sent Millie to explore the outer perimeter of the Palace estate and Great Horned Owl with the camera brain high in the sky to let me know what this all means.
It is our only hope.
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