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@cheekygirl75
Please remove my name from the game. Lady K (Kathy) is going to be in hospital starting 12/8/2025 for complications of COPD & Congestive Heart Failure. I'm going to be too preoccupied to play the game constructively. I'm sorry...I just found out this morning & wanted to give as much notice as possible.
Please let the people involved know. I'll try to watch as I can.
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Man some of you pervs are quieter than I remember 🤔

If I take a shower and come back, will some of you tiptoe out of your lurking zones? 🙃

I want to know what all of you consider to be the brattiest Christmas song. I want to make sure my Bratmas playlist is bratty enough 🤭
This is the first one that sprang to mind when thinking of bratty Christmas songs...

 
Christmas morning bursts in ribbons and sass,
With brats already plotting and admirers outclassed.
“Make me,” they smirk, then they’re off in a flash—
Barefoot down hallways making sounds of giggles and chaos clash.

Friends pile in laughing, coats tossed aside,
Accepting that order has fully resigned.
Cocoa steams heavy, the air thick with cheer,
And just enough trouble to keep things unclear.

@BrendaBear stares longingly under the tree,
Dreaming of strings and sweet melody—
A new guitar, she hopes… but fate had a say,
Now she’s tied up in tinsel and labeled display.

@NewStartQueen fans herself, regal, dramatic, and bold,
Declaring this Christmas is far too hot to behold.
She demands royal offerings, lined up just right:
“Tribute first. Then I’ll recover. Quickly. Tonight.”

@Sammysub07’s already a holiday hazard by name,
Creating new mischief for @MischiefMakerAlways’s domain—
Like a cat with a tree, ornaments doomed mid-flight,
Eyes sparkling with chaos achieved and delight.

And @Chloe_Harper—oh Chloe—remains steadfast and sweet,
Still perched on Santa’s lap, refusing retreat.
She pleads her whole case with a haloed grin,
Won’t get down till he swears she’s been good—pen and ink in.

The admirers linger, pretending they cope,
But their smiles give them away—there’s no real hope.
They love every bratty, bold moment on cue,
Every wink, every chase, every ass and boob pic too.

Paper litters the floor, the rules are all bent,
Christmas morning exactly as it’s meant—
A little bit naughty, a lot full of cheer,
All wrapped up in laughter and chosen-family here.

So let brats be brats, let the teasing all run,
Let “Make me” be answered with "oh, this’ll be fun."
On this Christmas morning, one truth always ran:
You can try to behave…
—but catch us if you can.

 
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