I like the rich taste of creole blood and a good aristrocratic wine from the old country. The sounds of woman screeching when tasting upon her flesh, and my dear Baby, which she creatively helps me massacre my meals. b
My my I seem monstorous don't I?
My dear sweet Louie, how ungrateful and naive he has been:
When my dear Louis was turning into a vampire, my it was rather hilarious
