If This Was The Lord Of The

Well, That's Certainly... Adequate," I Told Him, Burying My Face In His Chest. I Knew Immediately I'd Picked The Wrong Word. "adequate?" He Took My Hand, Placed It On The Part In Question. It Immediately Began To Stir. He Moved My Hand On It, And I Obligingly Circled It With My Fingers. "this Is Adequate?" "maybe I Should Have Said It's A Gracious Plenty?" "a Gracious Plenty. I Like That," He Said.

The God Entered Some Women So Completely That They Became Immortal, Or Very Close To It. Bacchus Was The God Of The Grape, Of Course, So Bars Are Very Interesting To Maenads. In Fact, So Interesting That They Don't Like Other Creatures Of Darkness Becoming Involved. Maenads Consider That The Violence Sparked By The Consumption Of Alcohol Belongs To Them; That's What They Feed Off, Now That No One Formally Worships Their God. And They Are Attracted To Pride.

This Must Be The Legendary Yankee Rudeness

The World Seemed A Bad And Terrible Place, All Its Denizens Suspect, And I The Lamb Wandering Through The Valley Of Death With A Bell Around My Neck.

He Picked Some Unwise Words. Saying, “i’ll Enjoy Killing You For My Lord”, Is Just Not The Way To Make My Acquaintance.