Really.

If the horrible little deities of this thrice-cursed place are so jealous of my wardrobe that they feel the need to stoop to the low of pathetic fallacy in order to thwart me, they need a hobby and a back rub. Not, of course, that I'm providing, but if I had that large of a stick lodged up my ass to cause such an incident as this, I'd need ( Read more... )

That was ammusing, to say the least. It rather reminded me of Hārūn al-Rashīd's court. Despite popular belief, he didn't have a new bride every night, but he was quite the lady's man. I, of course, taught him everything he knew. He had a rather hight falsetto, though ( Read more... )