In which Neil Gaiman explains everything. From American Gods:
"Fuck off," said Czernobog. "Fuck you and fuck your mother and fuck the fucking horse you fucking rode in on."
So, that's why people
worship Ed Westwick's penis. All this time he was a motherfucking Slav God with a penchant for sledgehammers. Like Peter Gabriel. I bet he gets drunk and talks to Chace about how whacking a cow is an art, and Chace is all "Whatever man, I'm just the pretty Evening Star".
Meanwhile, I hate my deadline-stressing self, but I LOVE pistachios. Seriously.