John McCain is a hack of a blacksmith
I had a dream last night that John McCain was a blacksmith, that his incredibly hot-but-too-young-for-me daughter (who I made up for this dream, apparently) was managing his shop, and that she was selling iron ouroboros rings for $10 each. I bought ten.
Then I found out that he didn't make them, and they were on sale for $5, and I decided that he was a hack of a blacksmith.
His daughter indicated that the plural of "ouroboros" was "ouroborosi," but I wrote on my check that it was "ouroboroses."
Then I found out that he didn't make them, and they were on sale for $5, and I decided that he was a hack of a blacksmith.
His daughter indicated that the plural of "ouroboros" was "ouroborosi," but I wrote on my check that it was "ouroboroses."