God's sure baked a lot of fruitcake...
Lost my bus pass, people keep asking me stupid questions, some unnatural horror out of the dreaded Necronomicon has taken up residence in my stomach and wishes to devour me whole.
Is it me? Or are the ancient gods of chaos trying to tell me to go home and start drinking early?
posted by Andraste at 9:30 AM
8 Comments:
The current and ancient gods are always encouraging me, I like the attention. :0)
No use arguing with the Gods. Down yer neck.
Oh darling sounds horrid. Do hope you listened and found relief.
My stomach is buggered. Have no idea what's wrong with it, but it's so unhappy I can't stomach wine! Though switching to champagne* seems to have helped.
*Oh, alright then, it's really "sparkling"! nevermind!
Sparrow's right. If the Gods demand drinking and merrymaking there is really little else you can do. It's a bit of a bind, but if there are any gods we can say with certainty exist, they are the gods of chaos and it's common knowledge they speak through the stomach. Best just to do as they demand. Complex chaos calculations could be thrown out of whack if you ire them. People's eyebrows might turn tartan and Scotsmen may suddenly find themselves attending weddings in kilts made entirely of eyebrows. Who can say?
The gods always want you to drink, honey.
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