He does that a lot—go in a different direction, I mean. I sometimes think if it weren’t for Oberon, Siodhachan would be the loneliest man alive.
Dude is that was a Shakespeare quote duel, he just kicked your ass. OberonI know, but I slipped in some T.S.Eliot and he didn't even catch it. Hopefully next time I wont be recovering from an assassin...
Douglas Adams was right: There is nothing so massively useful in the universe as a towel.
Does anyone have a gun? The looks I got in response suggested that I’d asked about something profoundly distasteful, like trickle-down economics or the poetry of William Blake.
DENON IS AN ECUMENOPOLIS like Coruscant,
But this is going to be difficult enough without running my words through a filter of illiteracy.
At this point we hated each other as much as it was possible for two Irishmen to do-and that's quite a bit.
And the Morrigan, I noted, had been right about thrice-cursed trickster gods. They were torrential fucksluices spraying their happy juices on the innocent and the damned alike.
A four-syllable name is impractical in battle, lad, and in most poetry too, if ye care about what the bards say. I’ll give ye only two syllables until ye actually save me bones from the Fae. You can p...
A Buddhist wishes to point out that desires are what prevent people from achieving happiness, that materialism is the cause of discord.
What? Oberon, no. It’s not something I would think to ask. It’s not pandering! Felicity still has a part to play in this. I said at the start there would be vintage poodles. Would you just let me fi...
So I drop the rock and cross my arms in front of me, suddenly self-conscious in the presence of two goddesses who look like comic book heroines.
Should be going in there with a thousand naked warriors who fight like wet cats with dodgy bowels.
Poxy shitweasel,
Never thought I'd see a jaguar brought to its knees by rhino shit. Oberon
It shall be called the Triple Nonfat Double Bacon Five-Cheese Mocha!>
It already sounds like they are giving me the equivalent of a Multipass.
If someone saves you from a potentially life-threatening fight, you owe them booze. It’s a rule that transcends time and cultures.
Hasenpfeffer
For now, bread and mead call us, appetites whetted, to witness what I have been nursing, encased in iron, licked by flame, and tended with relish.