I will deliver, you know I'm a forgiver.
If I'd not been shackled nude to a column in Hebe's Temple, posts here might have been more recurrent. But isn’t that the life-style of the infinitely robust and forceful.
The coterie I lavish with my distinguished presence has been murmuring muchly to me about the lack of renaissance in the Middle East, because I would have forgotten without their assistance.. As it is, I’m working steadily toward something more momentous.
For example, I’m teleporting myself to America this weekend, and shall squander some resources and inestimable attention upon the public there. I’m considering obtaining some predatory horses like the Hippoi Athanatoito to proceed with my nostalgically eccentric melody, and where else to obtain such steeds than Ohio’s Congress?
I plan to cavort about in my standard attire, black leather, and perhaps a cowboy hat to remain partially clandestine. Once I’ve determined the potential of the displayed animals, I will meld the various selections into my cherished and frequently yearned for horses so they can been replaced. I shall cackle sinisterly and become intoxicated on horrible alcohol. And perhaps seduce random mortal females.
I would also include male seduction, but heavily accented drawls on men induce giggling that would tarnish my deliberate exterior. They do produce a deliciously offended look however, when you point and laugh directly at their inability to pronounce words. Perhaps I'll enrapture some "good 'ol Country Boys", too.
Tell me I'm evil.
And Apollo, stay out of my stuff, loser.
The coterie I lavish with my distinguished presence has been murmuring muchly to me about the lack of renaissance in the Middle East, because I would have forgotten without their assistance.. As it is, I’m working steadily toward something more momentous.
For example, I’m teleporting myself to America this weekend, and shall squander some resources and inestimable attention upon the public there. I’m considering obtaining some predatory horses like the Hippoi Athanatoito to proceed with my nostalgically eccentric melody, and where else to obtain such steeds than Ohio’s Congress?
I plan to cavort about in my standard attire, black leather, and perhaps a cowboy hat to remain partially clandestine. Once I’ve determined the potential of the displayed animals, I will meld the various selections into my cherished and frequently yearned for horses so they can been replaced. I shall cackle sinisterly and become intoxicated on horrible alcohol. And perhaps seduce random mortal females.
I would also include male seduction, but heavily accented drawls on men induce giggling that would tarnish my deliberate exterior. They do produce a deliciously offended look however, when you point and laugh directly at their inability to pronounce words. Perhaps I'll enrapture some "good 'ol Country Boys", too.
Tell me I'm evil.
And Apollo, stay out of my stuff, loser.