Aye

Woe is me

Someone decided to prank me into a pair of stocks at the Renaissance Festival

If that wasn't bad enough, being helplessly bound with my feet exposed, they decided to add an additional layer of mischief

Taking a brush with honey, they coated every inch of my feet in sticky delight

I was told they'd be allowing some goats to lick the honey off my feet in a ticklish torment

But alas the goats are delayed on their arrival

Leaving me to ponder my fate while locked and anxiously trying to escape my impending torture


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