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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;A08GRHs6cCp7ImA9WhRUEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767375679237982333</id><updated>2012-01-22T11:17:05.518-08:00</updated><category term="Hindu" /><category term="Bullshit announcement" /><category term="LITERATURE" /><category term="Welsh" /><category term="Urban Legend" /><category term="English" /><category term="Badassery" /><category term="Cuchulainn" /><category term="Odin" /><category term="Hermes" /><category term="Frigga/Freya" /><category term="Chinese" /><category term="Nursery Rhyme" /><category term="Arabian" /><category term="Judeochristian" /><category term="Persian" /><category term="Fable" /><category term="Apollo" /><category term="Aztec" /><category term="Rap" /><category term="Inuit" /><category term="Iliad" /><category term="Cthulu Mythos" /><category term="OLDE ENGLISH" /><category term="Talking Animals" /><category term="Greek/Roman" /><category term="American" /><category term="Mexican" /><category term="Finnish" /><category term="Bacchus" /><category term="Oracle at Delphi" /><category term="German" /><category term="Egyptian" /><category term="Taoist" /><category term="Genesis" /><category term="Sherlock Holmes" /><category term="History" /><category term="Ethiopian" /><category term="Bible Fanfic" /><category term="Video" /><category term="Japanese" /><category term="Hawaiian" /><category term="Tunisian" /><category term="yoruba" /><category term="Aesop's Fable" /><category term="guest" /><category term="Loki" /><category term="Russian" /><category term="Incest" /><category term="SATURDAY BONUS" /><category term="Celtic" /><category term="Odyssey" /><category term="French" /><category term="Mayan" /><category term="EXODUS" /><category term="Zoroastrian" /><category term="Baba Yaga" /><category term="Arthurian" /><category term="Native American" /><category term="Aphrodite" /><category term="Norse" /><category term="Zeus" /><category term="African" /><category term="Creation Myth" /><category term="Thor" /><category term="Scottish" /><category term="SCIENCE" /><category term="Vietnamese" /><category term="Bros Before Hos" /><category term="Artemis" /><category term="fairytale" /><category term="Sumerian" /><category term="Folktale" /><title>Myths RETOLD</title><subtitle type="html">So basically I take myths that are sweet and I tell them the way they were meant to be told: sloppily, vaguely and with as little punctuation as possible.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bettermyths.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bettermyths.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767375679237982333/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Ovid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458223557785040389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>343</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/MythsRetold" /><feedburner:info uri="mythsretold" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8CRnw4fSp7ImA9WhRVFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767375679237982333.post-5000483506162494822</id><published>2012-01-12T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T18:47:47.235-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-12T18:47:47.235-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="LITERATURE" /><title>Macbeth is a Pussy</title><content type="html">Sup guys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
today I am going to tell you a story about a guy&lt;br /&gt;
who sucks so bad you aren't even allowed to say his name in theaters anymore&lt;br /&gt;
his name is&lt;br /&gt;
MACBETH&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
okay so Macbeth is actually pretty legit at the beginning&lt;br /&gt;
he is out on all the battlefields stomping faces&lt;br /&gt;
some dudes are standing by the battlefields like WHOA&lt;br /&gt;
DID YOU SEE ALL THOSE FACES MACBETH JUST STOMPED&lt;br /&gt;
SO MANY FACES&lt;br /&gt;
and then the battle is over and apparently this one Thane&lt;br /&gt;
which is like scottish for "super important dude"&lt;br /&gt;
was totally a little traitor bitch so they had to execute him&lt;br /&gt;
and since Macbeth stomped so many faces he gets to be the new Thane&lt;br /&gt;
he's already a thane actually but now he gets to be TWO THANES&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so meanwhile cut to macbeth&lt;br /&gt;
he doesn't know about that shit yet&lt;br /&gt;
and he's just strolling through all the faces he just stomped&lt;br /&gt;
along with his best bro banquo&lt;br /&gt;
and all of a sudden the two of them run up on some WITCHES&lt;br /&gt;
and they're like WHOA&lt;br /&gt;
WITCHES&lt;br /&gt;
WHY YOU LADIES SO UGLY?&lt;br /&gt;
DO YOU REALIZE&lt;br /&gt;
YOU HAVE BEARDS?!&lt;br /&gt;
and the witches are like bro we have better things to do than worry about shaving&lt;br /&gt;
congrats on your new promotion by the way&lt;br /&gt;
and Macbeth is like uh what promotion&lt;br /&gt;
and the witches are like NO TIME TO EXPLAIN&lt;br /&gt;
WE HAVE PROPHECIES&lt;br /&gt;
PROPHECY NUMBER ONE:&lt;br /&gt;
MACBETH &lt;br /&gt;
YOU ARE GOING TO BE KING&lt;br /&gt;
PROPHECY NUMBER TWO:&lt;br /&gt;
BANQUO&lt;br /&gt;
YOU ARE GOING TO GET SO MURDERED DUDE&lt;br /&gt;
BUT YOUR KIDS ARE GONNA BE KING SO THAT'S OKAY KIND OF?&lt;br /&gt;
and Macbeth is like whoa&lt;br /&gt;
Banquo&lt;br /&gt;
looks like you got the short end of the murderstick buddy&lt;br /&gt;
hope this doesn't cause any bad blood between us&lt;br /&gt;
and Banquo is like I am 100% sure that it will not&lt;br /&gt;
ONE HUNDRED PERCENT&lt;br /&gt;
then some dudes show up and tell Macbeth that he is now TWO THANES&lt;br /&gt;
and his mind is TOTALLY BLOWN&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so pretty much the first thing Macbeth does&lt;br /&gt;
is he writes a letter to his wife&lt;br /&gt;
whose name is Lady Macbeth&lt;br /&gt;
which begs the question&lt;br /&gt;
if you name is Macbeth&lt;br /&gt;
why would you marry someone named Lady Macbeth&lt;br /&gt;
that seems like you are just ASKING for incest at that point&lt;br /&gt;
but anyway he writes her this letter about all the stuff with the witches&lt;br /&gt;
and Lady Macbeth gets it and she's like WHOA&lt;br /&gt;
DUDES I AM TOTALLY GONNA BE A QUEEN UP IN HERE&lt;br /&gt;
BUT WAIT&lt;br /&gt;
my husband is ambitious and everything&lt;br /&gt;
but he's WAYYYY too much of a pussy to do any serious kingmurdering&lt;br /&gt;
which is how I figure this whole prophecy thing is gonna get done&lt;br /&gt;
so okay&lt;br /&gt;
I'm just gonna grit my teeth&lt;br /&gt;
and pop a squat&lt;br /&gt;
and try to grow as many balls as I can before my husband gets home&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so Macbeth gets home and Lady Macbeth is like HUSBAND WE MUST MURDER THE KING &lt;br /&gt;
and Macbeth is like whoa&lt;br /&gt;
whoa&lt;br /&gt;
where did all these balls come from&lt;br /&gt;
i am seriously about to trip on them this is unpleasant&lt;br /&gt;
and Lady Macbeth is like NO TIME FOR THAT&lt;br /&gt;
INVITE KING DUNCAN OVER TO OUR HOUSE FOR A SWEET PARTY&lt;br /&gt;
LEAVE THE MURDER PLANS TO ME&lt;br /&gt;
I HAVE SO MANY BALLS THEY ARE WORKING IN PARALLEL THEY ARE PLANNING SO MANY MURDERS&lt;br /&gt;
so Macbeth is pretty nervous about this&lt;br /&gt;
but he says ok&lt;br /&gt;
and he invites Duncan over to his place&lt;br /&gt;
Duncan, by the way, is not only the king&lt;br /&gt;
he is also related to macbeth&lt;br /&gt;
also since Macbeth has invited him over&lt;br /&gt;
he is also a guest in macbeth's home&lt;br /&gt;
and normally you don't stab your guests to death&lt;br /&gt;
it is just kind of not polite&lt;br /&gt;
so that's three very good reasons for Macbeth NOT to murder this guy&lt;br /&gt;
not to mention the fact that Duncan has just made SOME OTHER DUDE his heir&lt;br /&gt;
some dude named Malcolm&lt;br /&gt;
who i think is his son?&lt;br /&gt;
So I'm not even sure what Macbeth expects to gain from this murder&lt;br /&gt;
like&lt;br /&gt;
is the plan to just keep murdering kings until they run out of kings&lt;br /&gt;
and they have to use Macbeth?&lt;br /&gt;
AND ON TOP OF THAT&lt;br /&gt;
didn't the witches just hand him down a prophecy&lt;br /&gt;
that told him he was gonna become king?&lt;br /&gt;
like isn't that a thing from the future that is totally guaranteed to happen?&lt;br /&gt;
why does he even need to murder anyone?&lt;br /&gt;
why doesn't he just chill out and take a nap&lt;br /&gt;
and have someone wake him up when the prophecy is fulfilled?&lt;br /&gt;
This is like if someone prophesied that you were gonna get fifty bucks&lt;br /&gt;
and your response was to go outside and immediately murder someone for their wallet&lt;br /&gt;
or actually more like&lt;br /&gt;
if someone made a date with you for thursday night&lt;br /&gt;
but it was monday night&lt;br /&gt;
so you just murdered everyone else they knew&lt;br /&gt;
until they had no choice but to go on a date with you immediately&lt;br /&gt;
which is actually my dating strategy now that I think about it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but there is one simple all-consuming reason for macbeth to go through with it&lt;br /&gt;
which is that if he doesn't&lt;br /&gt;
his wife will totally call him a pussy FOREVER&lt;br /&gt;
so obviously that trumps everything else&lt;br /&gt;
and then true to her word&lt;br /&gt;
Lady Macbeth comes up with a pretty okay plan&lt;br /&gt;
basically the plan is&lt;br /&gt;
Macbeth stabs Duncan in his sleep&lt;br /&gt;
then Lady Macbeth passes out bloody knives to all of Duncan's sleeping guards&lt;br /&gt;
and then they tell everyone the guards did it&lt;br /&gt;
and apparently suffer from narcolepsy?&lt;br /&gt;
but there is sort of a hitch in the plan&lt;br /&gt;
which is that no sooner has Macbeth done the murder part&lt;br /&gt;
then these two dudes Macduff and Lennox show up at the castle&lt;br /&gt;
they get let in by this doorman who is just SHITFACED&lt;br /&gt;
seriously this dude fell off the wagon so hard he is drinking with the mole-men&lt;br /&gt;
waddling up to the door talking to scottish noblemen about piss and sex&lt;br /&gt;
it's great&lt;br /&gt;
it's the only great thing that happens to anyone in this play&lt;br /&gt;
but so yeah Macbeth has to go deal with Macduff and Lennox&lt;br /&gt;
he's like HEY GUYS&lt;br /&gt;
THE KING IS SLEEPING&lt;br /&gt;
DON'T BELIEVE ME?&lt;br /&gt;
HERE LET ME SHOW YOU HIS-ohhhh snap&lt;br /&gt;
looks like the king got stabbed by his retainers&lt;br /&gt;
who then fell asleep just outside of his room&lt;br /&gt;
because you know&lt;br /&gt;
murdering is pretty tiring&lt;br /&gt;
I mean&lt;br /&gt;
so I've heard&lt;br /&gt;
LET ME JUST MURDER ALL THESE CLEARLY GUILTY GUARDS BEFORE THEY CAN WAKE UP &lt;br /&gt;
AND TELL ANY LIES ABOUT HOW IT WAS ME THAT DID THE STABBING OR SOMETHING&lt;br /&gt;
and then afterwards he feels really bad about this&lt;br /&gt;
because he just murdered like a dozen innocent people&lt;br /&gt;
but his wife is like dude chill out&lt;br /&gt;
just wash the blood off your hands and BAM&lt;br /&gt;
PROBLEM SOLVED&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
wait no&lt;br /&gt;
no no no&lt;br /&gt;
not problem solved&lt;br /&gt;
no problems are ever solved in this play&lt;br /&gt;
they just affix problems together using a thick mortar of MORE PROBLEMS&lt;br /&gt;
see, the murders do not stop with Duncan&lt;br /&gt;
no no no&lt;br /&gt;
cause right after those murders&lt;br /&gt;
Malcolm flips his shit and decides to run away to England&lt;br /&gt;
and Macbeth actually does become king by some crazy coincidence&lt;br /&gt;
and he just wastes absolutely no time at all&lt;br /&gt;
in becoming crazy paranoid about his best bro Banquo&lt;br /&gt;
who you may remember was prophesied to get totally murdered&lt;br /&gt;
and I GUESS MACBETH IS JUST GOING TO MANUALLY FULFILL ALL THE PROPHECIES NOW&lt;br /&gt;
jeeze&lt;br /&gt;
this guy has no finesse at all&lt;br /&gt;
but you know what they say&lt;br /&gt;
when the only tool you have is a hammer&lt;br /&gt;
everybody starts to look like a problem&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so Macbeth hires some dudes to murder banquo&lt;br /&gt;
and they do murder banquo&lt;br /&gt;
but they don't murder banquo's son&lt;br /&gt;
who is prophesied to be king&lt;br /&gt;
and who we will never hear from again for the rest of the play&lt;br /&gt;
because Shakespeare is totally setting shit up for MACBETH 2: &lt;br /&gt;
THE SCOTTISH SLAY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but anyway yeah then Macbeth immediately goes to dinner&lt;br /&gt;
and I guess he forgot to cancel Banquo's invitation to the dinner&lt;br /&gt;
because Banquo is TOTALLY SITTING IN MACBETH'S SEAT&lt;br /&gt;
talk about rude&lt;br /&gt;
actually it's fine&lt;br /&gt;
it's just Banquo's ghost&lt;br /&gt;
Macbeth could totally just sit inside of him and no one would care&lt;br /&gt;
but instead he just stands in the middle of the dining room&lt;br /&gt;
screaming at a ghost no one else can see&lt;br /&gt;
and Lady Macbeth is like haha guys don't worry about my husband&lt;br /&gt;
he is just under a lot of stress from all the murders he hasn't committed&lt;br /&gt;
he's been sooooooo busy not committing murders&lt;br /&gt;
and we're scottish&lt;br /&gt;
so that's like&lt;br /&gt;
hard&lt;br /&gt;
(PSST MACBETH CALM YOUR FUCKING TITS)&lt;br /&gt;
but Macbeth's tits will not be calmed&lt;br /&gt;
he just goes right on screaming at that ghost &lt;br /&gt;
until everyone gets uncomfortable and leaves&lt;br /&gt;
and then Lady Macbeth is like HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;
WHY MUST YOU RUIN ALL MY DINNER PARTIES WITH YOUR GUILT-INDUCED SCHIZOPHRENIA?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
okay what the fuck is Lady Macbeth's problem&lt;br /&gt;
we have already established that these murders are totally unnecessary&lt;br /&gt;
and plus there are a ton of really great reasons for not doing them&lt;br /&gt;
and yet this woman is basically riding her husband bareback&lt;br /&gt;
spurring him onwards towards basically every murder it is possible to commit&lt;br /&gt;
did she at some point wake up&lt;br /&gt;
and decide that the world was suffering from a deficit of terrible people?&lt;br /&gt;
does she just have a swollen bitch gland?&lt;br /&gt;
is she actually just two cthulus in a ladysuit?&lt;br /&gt;
all are plausible explanations&lt;br /&gt;
but none can say for sure&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
oh yeah and also apparently Macbeth is a TERRIBLE king&lt;br /&gt;
like supernaturally terrible&lt;br /&gt;
like so terrible that Scotland is plunged into eternal night&lt;br /&gt;
and the horses are all eating each other&lt;br /&gt;
which up until this point I thought was pretty regular for scotland&lt;br /&gt;
but everybody is pretty pissed about it so I dunno&lt;br /&gt;
and meanwhile Macbeth is pretty miserable&lt;br /&gt;
and his wife's brain is slowly melting&lt;br /&gt;
and honestly at this point I have no idea why this guy wanted to be a king&lt;br /&gt;
it's not like he's bathing in a molten pool of gold and whores or anything&lt;br /&gt;
he is pretty much just wandering through a labyrinth of medieval horror&lt;br /&gt;
finding more and more efficient ways to hate himself&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but so in order to quell his crippling paranoia&lt;br /&gt;
he goes and hits up those witches from earlier&lt;br /&gt;
because, you know&lt;br /&gt;
everything they've said so far has turned out SO GREAT&lt;br /&gt;
and the witches are like oh dude, don't even worry&lt;br /&gt;
here&lt;br /&gt;
let us summon this bloodsoaked baby to tell you about how invincible you are&lt;br /&gt;
and the baby is like sup dude&lt;br /&gt;
you cannot be killed by any man who was birthed by a woman&lt;br /&gt;
also:&lt;br /&gt;
you see that forest over there?&lt;br /&gt;
your castle will remain blissfully unfucked until THAT forest&lt;br /&gt;
runs up the hill to YOUR CASTLE&lt;br /&gt;
and Macbeth is like BOY&lt;br /&gt;
THIS IS CERTAINLY REASSURING &lt;br /&gt;
NOT LIKE THEY COULD HAVE JUST TOLD ME I'M UNKILLABLE OR SOMETHING&lt;br /&gt;
WOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;
then he goes ahead and kills Macduff's whole family for some reason&lt;br /&gt;
presumably because he is nervous&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
meanwhile in England&lt;br /&gt;
Malcolm is pretty pissed about the whole murder thing that Macbeth did&lt;br /&gt;
plus he hears that Scotland is turning into basically the shittiest place ever&lt;br /&gt;
so he asks the king of england if he can borrow like ten thousand dudes&lt;br /&gt;
and the king of england is like sure dude&lt;br /&gt;
I've got guys ALL OVER THE PLACE down here&lt;br /&gt;
and then Macduff shows up&lt;br /&gt;
because he is ALSO pissed off about the whole murder thing&lt;br /&gt;
specifically the whole murdering his entire family thing&lt;br /&gt;
and he convinces Malcolm that he wants to help him kill Macbeth&lt;br /&gt;
basically by helping Malcolm insult himself a whole bunch&lt;br /&gt;
and then the two of them grab all their dudes and march back to Scotland&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
BACK IN SCOTLAND:&lt;br /&gt;
Macbeth hears about this huge dudemarch&lt;br /&gt;
and he's kinda pissed&lt;br /&gt;
but he's also pretty sure he's immortal&lt;br /&gt;
so he's not too worried&lt;br /&gt;
except that usually when you are not too worried&lt;br /&gt;
you do not insist on putting on your armor WEEKS IN ADVANCE&lt;br /&gt;
then run around your house screaming at everyone about how unworried you are&lt;br /&gt;
so uh&lt;br /&gt;
maybe he is a little scared&lt;br /&gt;
also his wife dies&lt;br /&gt;
after spending several weeks sleepwalking&lt;br /&gt;
for the express purpose of telling ANYONE WHO WILL LISTEN&lt;br /&gt;
about ALL THE MURDERS&lt;br /&gt;
SERIOUSLY?!&lt;br /&gt;
COME ON&lt;br /&gt;
LADY MACBETH&lt;br /&gt;
YOU CANNOT PUSSYWHIP YOUR IMPRESSIONABLE DOUCHEBAG HUSBAND INTO MURDERING EVERYONE&lt;br /&gt;
THEN TURN AROUND AND THROW HIM UNDER THE BUS&lt;br /&gt;
JUST BECAUSE YOU HAPPEN TO BE ASLEEP AND CRAZY&lt;br /&gt;
OH WHAT&lt;br /&gt;
YOU FEEL GUILTY NOW?&lt;br /&gt;
IS THAT IT?&lt;br /&gt;
WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;
FEELING GUILTY AT THIS POINT &lt;br /&gt;
IS LIKE TRYING TO CHOKE A BABY WITH A CONDOM&lt;br /&gt;
TOO LITTLE&lt;br /&gt;
TOO LATE&lt;br /&gt;
but then yeah she's dead so that's fine&lt;br /&gt;
no one even really notices because by this point all the dudes have arrived&lt;br /&gt;
and also Macbeth is screaming way too loud&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so Malcolm and Macduff are commanding this army&lt;br /&gt;
and they figure that a really great strategy for hiding their numbers&lt;br /&gt;
is to just uproot a whole bunch of trees from a nearby forest&lt;br /&gt;
and hold them in front of themselves as they march up the hill to Macbeth's castle&lt;br /&gt;
which is a plan taken straight out of Looney Tunes&lt;br /&gt;
like&lt;br /&gt;
seriously guys?&lt;br /&gt;
you expect Macbeth to look out over his ramparts&lt;br /&gt;
and be like oh&lt;br /&gt;
no worries&lt;br /&gt;
I was expecting ten thousand dudes&lt;br /&gt;
but this is just ten thousand MOVING TREES&lt;br /&gt;
no see what Macbeth does&lt;br /&gt;
is he sees these trees&lt;br /&gt;
and he FLIPS THE FUCK OUT&lt;br /&gt;
because obviously this means his castle is about to get mega invaded&lt;br /&gt;
but he's like oh well&lt;br /&gt;
at least I'm still unkillable, right?&lt;br /&gt;
RIGHT GUYS?&lt;br /&gt;
fuck this I'm just gonna go downstairs and stab everybody&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so he does&lt;br /&gt;
and he's pretty much killing all the guy ever&lt;br /&gt;
it is a good reminder of how cool he used to be&lt;br /&gt;
back at the beginning of the play when he was stomping all the faces&lt;br /&gt;
except now the faces he is stomping&lt;br /&gt;
are the faces of ALL THE GOOD GUYS&lt;br /&gt;
until finally Macduff rolls up on him like hey man&lt;br /&gt;
what's good&lt;br /&gt;
I have this sword and it is really heavy&lt;br /&gt;
can I just leave it inside your chest for a minute&lt;br /&gt;
and Macbeth is like HAHA DIDN'T YOU HEAR&lt;br /&gt;
NO MAN OF WOMAN BORN CAN SLAY MACBETH&lt;br /&gt;
and Macduff is like oh&lt;br /&gt;
well uh&lt;br /&gt;
do you happen to have a hundred and eighty-thousand dollars&lt;br /&gt;
and seven to eight years of free time?&lt;br /&gt;
and Macbeth is like well I am a king and I am immortal so I would say yeah&lt;br /&gt;
and Macduff is like good&lt;br /&gt;
BECAUSE I'M ABOUT TO TAKE YOU TO MED SCHOOL BITCH&lt;br /&gt;
I WAS BORN VIA C-SECTION&lt;br /&gt;
WHICH MEANS NO WOMAN BIRTHED ME&lt;br /&gt;
WHICH MEANS I AM THE DUDE&lt;br /&gt;
WHO IS GOING TO BE CHAPERONING THIS ONE-MAN MURDERPROM&lt;br /&gt;
and Macbeth is like wait&lt;br /&gt;
doesn't it still count as being of woman born&lt;br /&gt;
even if it was a C-section?&lt;br /&gt;
I mean&lt;br /&gt;
you came out of a woman, right?&lt;br /&gt;
that's where you came from&lt;br /&gt;
wouldn't it have made more sense for me to be killed by a woman&lt;br /&gt;
that seems a lot less open to interpretation&lt;br /&gt;
might have been a more satisfying resolution is all I'm saying&lt;br /&gt;
and Macduff is like dude&lt;br /&gt;
remember how we had to find a prepubescent boy to play your wife?&lt;br /&gt;
we're all dudes living in Elizabethan England&lt;br /&gt;
we're pretty sexist&lt;br /&gt;
and Macbeth is like okay fair point&lt;br /&gt;
and the Macduff kills him&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so yayyyy&lt;br /&gt;
macbeth is dead&lt;br /&gt;
Malcolm gets to be king&lt;br /&gt;
and he pretty much can't help but be a better king than Macbeth&lt;br /&gt;
literally all he has to do is have it not be eternal night&lt;br /&gt;
and maybe refrain from murdering ABSOLUTELY EVERYONE&lt;br /&gt;
and then the sequel Banquo's son comes back&lt;br /&gt;
WITH A VENGEANCE&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so the moral of the story&lt;br /&gt;
is if you are having a hard time securing that promotion at work&lt;br /&gt;
consider murder&lt;br /&gt;
it's a great short term solution&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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I FINALLY FUCKING GOT MY SHIT TOGETHER&lt;br /&gt;
and did another video/did the fucking ring cycle&lt;br /&gt;
which nine out of ten bastards have been asking me to do FOREVER&lt;br /&gt;
it's a little longer than these videos normally are&lt;br /&gt;
because I just wanted to do one video per play and divide it up that way&lt;br /&gt;
SO SUCK IT:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
SUCK IT HARRRRRD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767375679237982333-1593404025984287418?l=bettermyths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
we have them in my apartment&lt;br /&gt;
also my house&lt;br /&gt;
they eat things and it sucks&lt;br /&gt;
but imagine how much worse it would be if they could do this:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so one day this mouse gets fed up hearing all these fairy tales&lt;br /&gt;
about crazy mystical far off lands &lt;br /&gt;
and he's like FUCK STORIES&lt;br /&gt;
I'm going to go to those far off lands MYSELF&lt;br /&gt;
so this mouse just picks a direction and starts walking&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but almost immediately problems start happening&lt;br /&gt;
because like ten feet from the mouse's house is a river&lt;br /&gt;
and mice suck at rivers&lt;br /&gt;
so he's sitting there trying to figure out what to do&lt;br /&gt;
when a frog jumps out of the river like WHAT'S UP MOUUUUUSE&lt;br /&gt;
and the mouse is like uh&lt;br /&gt;
how do I cross this river?&lt;br /&gt;
and the frog is like oh, that's easy&lt;br /&gt;
just swim&lt;br /&gt;
and the mouse is like oh ... ok&lt;br /&gt;
and the frog is like why do you wanna cross the river anyway?&lt;br /&gt;
and the mouse is like well I am just trying to get to the magical fairytale kingdom&lt;br /&gt;
and the frog is like well that sounds reasonable&lt;br /&gt;
here:&lt;br /&gt;
let me give you&lt;br /&gt;
SUPERPOWERS&lt;br /&gt;
I HEREBY NAME YOU&lt;br /&gt;
JUMPING MOUSE&lt;br /&gt;
and ho-lee shit&lt;br /&gt;
this mouse suddenly has incredible frog jumps&lt;br /&gt;
superman leaps&lt;br /&gt;
man these are some hops you could brew beer with is what I am saying&lt;br /&gt;
and the mouse is like THANKS MAGIC FROG&lt;br /&gt;
and the frog is like HOW DID YOU KNOW MY NAME?&lt;br /&gt;
ANYWAY GOOD LUCK&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so jumping mouse is jumping along&lt;br /&gt;
and he runs up on a buffalo that is passed out in the grass&lt;br /&gt;
and he's like hey buffalo&lt;br /&gt;
what the fuck is wrong with you&lt;br /&gt;
and the buffalo is like dude&lt;br /&gt;
I totally went blind from drinking too much&lt;br /&gt;
and now I am so screwed&lt;br /&gt;
aaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;
and jumping mouse is like dude it's okay&lt;br /&gt;
don't you know that I have BASICALLY NECROMANCY POWERS?&lt;br /&gt;
HERE&lt;br /&gt;
HAVE MY EYES&lt;br /&gt;
and he straight gives his eyes to the buffalo&lt;br /&gt;
and the buffalo is like HOLY SHIT THIS WORKS SOMEHOW&lt;br /&gt;
SORRY YOU'RE BLIND NOW LITTLE DUDE&lt;br /&gt;
LET ME GIVE YOU A RIDE TO THE MOUNTAINS&lt;br /&gt;
I WILL PROTECT YOU FROM EAGLES&lt;br /&gt;
WHICH ARE THE GREATEST DANGER TO TRAVELING MICE&lt;br /&gt;
NOT THAT THERE ARE REALLY A LOT OF TRAVELING MICE&lt;br /&gt;
BUT WHATEVER DUDE&lt;br /&gt;
TRUST ME ON THIS ONE&lt;br /&gt;
so that is what the buffalo does&lt;br /&gt;
but then it turns out buffalos are useless and can't climb mountains&lt;br /&gt;
so jumping mouse is left to crawl blindly up the rest of the way&lt;br /&gt;
and halfway up he just runs STRAIGHT INTO A WOLF&lt;br /&gt;
and instead of eating him&lt;br /&gt;
like a REAL WOLF&lt;br /&gt;
the wolf is like BOO HOO HOO I LOST MY SENSE OF SMELL&lt;br /&gt;
and jumping mouse is like oh no problem dude&lt;br /&gt;
HAVE MINE&lt;br /&gt;
and the wolf is so grateful &lt;br /&gt;
that he CONTINUES TO FAIL TO EAT JUMPING MOUSE&lt;br /&gt;
and in fact gives him a ride to the bottom of the mountain&lt;br /&gt;
protecting him from terrifying eagles the entire way&lt;br /&gt;
not that jumping mouse can even really tell at this point&lt;br /&gt;
because he is BLIND AND CANNOT SMELL&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so he's down in the valley&lt;br /&gt;
which turns out to be the magic fairy kingdom lands&lt;br /&gt;
and suddenly he hears this creepy voice up in his ear&lt;br /&gt;
like congratulations jumping mouse&lt;br /&gt;
it is i&lt;br /&gt;
magic frog&lt;br /&gt;
apparently I knew a faster way to get here the whole time&lt;br /&gt;
but enough about me&lt;br /&gt;
it is time for you to JUMP JUMP JUMP&lt;br /&gt;
and jumping mouse is like seriously dude?&lt;br /&gt;
I am kind of mourning the loss of about half my senses&lt;br /&gt;
and the frog is like YOU ARE FORGETTING ABOUT THE SIXTH SENSE:&lt;br /&gt;
JUMPING&lt;br /&gt;
and so jumping mouse starts jumping&lt;br /&gt;
and then all of a sudden his arms turn into wings&lt;br /&gt;
and his sight comes back&lt;br /&gt;
and also his smell&lt;br /&gt;
and he is just soaring all the fuck over everywhere&lt;br /&gt;
and the frog is like CONGRATULATIONS JUMPING MOUSE&lt;br /&gt;
IN RETURN FOR YOUR GENEROSITY &lt;br /&gt;
YOU GET TO BE AN EAGLE&lt;br /&gt;
and Jumping Mouse is like whoa&lt;br /&gt;
i should probably get a different name huh?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So the moral of the story&lt;br /&gt;
is give away all your organs&lt;br /&gt;
and you can BECOME YOUR GREATEST ENEMY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
She's real bored&lt;br /&gt;
and she lives in a monochromatic version of Kansas&lt;br /&gt;
Her last name is Gale&lt;br /&gt;
This is what is known as foreshadowing&lt;br /&gt;
because pretty much immediately this storm starts happening&lt;br /&gt;
as storms tend to do in Kansas&lt;br /&gt;
it rips up all the animals and kills her family&lt;br /&gt;
and then tears her house out of the ground and throws witches at it until it crashes&lt;br /&gt;
and then Dorothy wakes up and walks outside into a TECHNICOLOR WONDERLAND&lt;br /&gt;
this wonderland is full of midgets&lt;br /&gt;
and Dorothy has inadvertently murdered an old woman&lt;br /&gt;
whose shoes she is encouraged to steal&lt;br /&gt;
and this is all pretty disconcerting&lt;br /&gt;
so she asks the midgets if they know how to get back to Kansas&lt;br /&gt;
and they're like OH SURE&lt;br /&gt;
JUST WALK ON THIS ROAD MADE OUT OF YELLOW BRICKS&lt;br /&gt;
and Dorothy is like oh well that's convenient&lt;br /&gt;
does it lead back to Kansas?&lt;br /&gt;
and they're like NOPE&lt;br /&gt;
IT LEADS TO A HUGE EMERALD CASTLE&lt;br /&gt;
OWNED BY A SHADY-ASS WIZARD&lt;br /&gt;
WHO WILL PROBABLY FIGURE OUT SOME WAY TO TELEPORT YOU HOME OR SOMETHING&lt;br /&gt;
SORRY&lt;br /&gt;
THAT IS THE BEST WE'VE GOT&lt;br /&gt;
WE ARE A COMMUNITY OF BLUE MIDGETS WITH A GOVERNMENT THAT INCLUDES A LOLLIPOP GUILD&lt;br /&gt;
WE ARE NOT EXPERT CIVIL ENGINEERS&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so since she pretty much has no other option&lt;br /&gt;
Dorothy sucks it up and starts walking down this crazy road&lt;br /&gt;
oh, also there is a good witch that blesses her or something?&lt;br /&gt;
whatever&lt;br /&gt;
anyway, pretty soon she runs into this scarecrow&lt;br /&gt;
who is REALLY BAD AT GIVING DIRECTIONS&lt;br /&gt;
and also can talk&lt;br /&gt;
and is severely depressed because he has no brain&lt;br /&gt;
although how is that possible&lt;br /&gt;
and also&lt;br /&gt;
HOLY SHIT A TALKING SCARECROW&lt;br /&gt;
jesus&lt;br /&gt;
anyway he agrees to come with Dorothy to see the wizard&lt;br /&gt;
because if the wizard has teleportation powers&lt;br /&gt;
he probably also has brain-transplanting powers&lt;br /&gt;
so they walk for a while&lt;br /&gt;
and the conversation kinda drags a little because hey&lt;br /&gt;
no brain&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so they keep walking and pretty soon they run into this robot&lt;br /&gt;
the robot is rusted real bad&lt;br /&gt;
so he can't move basically at all&lt;br /&gt;
but there's some oil nearby&lt;br /&gt;
which they apply to the robot&lt;br /&gt;
and then the robot wakes up like HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AN UNSPEAKABLE HELL&lt;br /&gt;
I WAS THERE FOR LIKE 11 MILLION YEARS&lt;br /&gt;
AN EXPERIENCE LIKE THIS IS ENOUGH TO COMPLETELY DEVOUR ALL OF A MAN'S COMPASSION&lt;br /&gt;
AND I'M NOT EVEN A MAN&lt;br /&gt;
I DIDN'T HAVE COMPASSION TO BEGIN WITH&lt;br /&gt;
SO NOW I HAVE LIKE&lt;br /&gt;
NEGATIVE COMPASSION&lt;br /&gt;
I EXIST ONLY AS AN INSTRUMENT OF PURE UNBLINKING HATRED&lt;br /&gt;
I AM A TOOL OF A COLD STEEL SATAN IN A TITANIUM HELL&lt;br /&gt;
and Dorothy is like holy shit dude&lt;br /&gt;
you better come with us and see if the wizard can give you a heart or something&lt;br /&gt;
and the tin man is like GOOD&lt;br /&gt;
I DEVOUR HEARTS&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so they roll out&lt;br /&gt;
and pretty soon they are passing through some spooky woods&lt;br /&gt;
and BAM&lt;br /&gt;
here comes a lion&lt;br /&gt;
except bam is not a sound lions make&lt;br /&gt;
more like GRUUUUARGH&lt;br /&gt;
except more like OH SHIT I AM ACTUALLY REALLY AFRAID RIGHT NOWWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;
because this is no ordinary lion&lt;br /&gt;
this is a lion with PTSD&lt;br /&gt;
i mean if you think about it&lt;br /&gt;
lions see some pretty fucked up shit&lt;br /&gt;
sometimes the lions are the ones DOING the fucked up shit&lt;br /&gt;
which is probably even worse&lt;br /&gt;
so this lion is a shell-shocked wreck&lt;br /&gt;
he basically lunges into the clearing just in time to start pissing himself&lt;br /&gt;
and Dorothea is like uh ok eww&lt;br /&gt;
um&lt;br /&gt;
we're going to a wizard?&lt;br /&gt;
maybe he can give you some balls?&lt;br /&gt;
and the lion is like I WILL GO WHEREVER YOU SAY JUST PLEASE DON'T HURT ME&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so now dorothea's rolling along with a lobotomy patient, a sociopath and a lion&lt;br /&gt;
and also some jerk witch has been fucking with them this whole time&lt;br /&gt;
like setting them on fire and laughing her dumb witch laugh &lt;br /&gt;
and peering at them through her crystal ball like that evil chick from Power Rangers&lt;br /&gt;
until finally she just says fuck it&lt;br /&gt;
and just kidnaps everyone with flying monkeys&lt;br /&gt;
or maybe she steals something later in the story and they have to go get it?&lt;br /&gt;
I forget&lt;br /&gt;
the book and the movie are wildly different on this point&lt;br /&gt;
and then someone wrote another book that was like&lt;br /&gt;
despicable pro-witch propaganda or some shit&lt;br /&gt;
further confusing the point&lt;br /&gt;
which is&lt;br /&gt;
that Dorothea straight handles with witch&lt;br /&gt;
by like filling up a bathtub &lt;br /&gt;
but then fucking up while she's filling it&lt;br /&gt;
and accidentally splashing water on the witch&lt;br /&gt;
because I guess she's working for the witch or something?&lt;br /&gt;
and then the witch melts&lt;br /&gt;
because apparently she is made of cotton candy&lt;br /&gt;
which i suppose is a point in favor of her not being evil&lt;br /&gt;
but also raises the question:&lt;br /&gt;
HOW DID SHE LIVE THIS LONG????&lt;br /&gt;
1) Water is literally EVERYWHERE&lt;br /&gt;
2) Cotton candy is DELICIOUS&lt;br /&gt;
but anyway she's dead now&lt;br /&gt;
we can get back to the story&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
SO THEY GET BACK ON THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD&lt;br /&gt;
and pretty soon they are in this big field full of poppies&lt;br /&gt;
which are famous for their super delicious opium&lt;br /&gt;
and they are like wading through these poppies&lt;br /&gt;
and just getting SO FUCKED UP&lt;br /&gt;
except just Dorothea and the lion&lt;br /&gt;
the Tin man and the scarecrow are constructs with no soul&lt;br /&gt;
plus they party harder than pretty much any living creature&lt;br /&gt;
so they are more or less unfazed&lt;br /&gt;
and they end up getting saddled with the task &lt;br /&gt;
of dragging Dorothea's sweet zonked-out ass to safety&lt;br /&gt;
AND THEN THEY GET TO THAT EMERALD PLACE&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so the emerald city is pretty sweet&lt;br /&gt;
it's got like rainbow horses and more midgets and expert hair stylists&lt;br /&gt;
and also&lt;br /&gt;
THIS WIZARD THEY'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR&lt;br /&gt;
but it turns out this wizard is just a giant green head projected on some crystals&lt;br /&gt;
so basically like Zordon from the power rangers&lt;br /&gt;
in fact I'm pretty sure this story is just a cover of the power rangers&lt;br /&gt;
but anyway then it turns out he's not even THAT&lt;br /&gt;
like, he's being all snarky with his giant head&lt;br /&gt;
and then they run up and break his crystals and shit&lt;br /&gt;
and it turns out he's just some balding motherfucker in a sound booth&lt;br /&gt;
pulling levers and shooting out flares and yelling about how great he is&lt;br /&gt;
and they're like aww man&lt;br /&gt;
talk about disappointing&lt;br /&gt;
and the guy is like no, no, no &lt;br /&gt;
it's totally cool guys&lt;br /&gt;
I can definitely solve all your problems&lt;br /&gt;
you&lt;br /&gt;
Scarecrow:&lt;br /&gt;
you are a scarecrow&lt;br /&gt;
you are not supposed to have a brain&lt;br /&gt;
that would be weird&lt;br /&gt;
and in fact&lt;br /&gt;
the fact that you walked all the way here&lt;br /&gt;
and are capable of making any semblance of conversation&lt;br /&gt;
is pretty remarkable/terrifying on its own&lt;br /&gt;
so I think you're coming out ahead of the game&lt;br /&gt;
and you&lt;br /&gt;
Lion:&lt;br /&gt;
DRUG THERAPY!&lt;br /&gt;
and you&lt;br /&gt;
Tin Man:&lt;br /&gt;
you are a horrifying monstrosity of modern engineering&lt;br /&gt;
uh&lt;br /&gt;
you can kill all my midgets&lt;br /&gt;
I'm about to skip out of town anyway&lt;br /&gt;
on this hot air balloon I have&lt;br /&gt;
which I guess solves Dorothea's problem&lt;br /&gt;
because we are about to totally balloon our way out of this technicolor crazyland&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so they get on the balloon&lt;br /&gt;
or rather&lt;br /&gt;
the dude gets on the balloon&lt;br /&gt;
but he sucks at balloons&lt;br /&gt;
so Dorothea gets totally left behind&lt;br /&gt;
and she's like aw fuck&lt;br /&gt;
now what&lt;br /&gt;
and the midgets&lt;br /&gt;
(at least the ones the tin man has not already destroyed)&lt;br /&gt;
are like HEY REMEMBER THAT GOOD FAIRY WITCH FROM THE BEGINNING&lt;br /&gt;
YOU SHOULD ASK HER&lt;br /&gt;
and so the good witch appears&lt;br /&gt;
and Dorothea is like sup witch&lt;br /&gt;
and the witch is like hey so remember those shoes you stole way back at the beginning&lt;br /&gt;
those are teleport shoes&lt;br /&gt;
they will teleport you to your house&lt;br /&gt;
and Dorothea is like SERIOUSLY?&lt;br /&gt;
YOU'RE TELLING ME I BUSTED MY ASS FOR LIKE WEEKS&lt;br /&gt;
MELTED A WITCH&lt;br /&gt;
GOT FUCKED UP ON OPIUM AND SET ON FIRE AND MOLESTED BY MONKEYS&lt;br /&gt;
TO SHOW UP AT A DRUNK WIZARD'S HOUSE AND WATCH HIM DESERT ME IN A HOT AIR BALLOON&lt;br /&gt;
ALL SO THAT YOU COULD SHOW UP AT THE LAST MINUTE&lt;br /&gt;
WITH YOUR FANCY PRANCY HOOP SKIRT&lt;br /&gt;
AND TELL ME THE POWER WAS INSIDE MY FUCKING SHOES THIS WHOLE TIME?&lt;br /&gt;
WHAT IF MY SHOES BROKE&lt;br /&gt;
WHAT IF I TRADED THEM IN FOR MORE COMFORTABLE SHOES&lt;br /&gt;
THESE ARE HIGH HEELS&lt;br /&gt;
MADE OF RUBIES&lt;br /&gt;
MY FEET ARE BASICALLY JUST GIANT BLISTERS AT THIS POINT&lt;br /&gt;
okay&lt;br /&gt;
whatever&lt;br /&gt;
I'm going home&lt;br /&gt;
and then she does&lt;br /&gt;
and her family is probably still dead&lt;br /&gt;
but at least she got to get fucked up on opium&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so the moral of the story&lt;br /&gt;
is before you set off on any epic and dangerous journeys&lt;br /&gt;
probably check your shoes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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I know I have been slacking recently on site maintenance stuff&lt;br /&gt;
like specifically&lt;br /&gt;
I have not updated the smorgasbord in FOREVER&lt;br /&gt;
I have been busy getting laid or sleeping or something&lt;br /&gt;
look the point is that I will update that thing soon&lt;br /&gt;
like, TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but so anyway &lt;br /&gt;
this gently vibrating pile of crazy comes courtesy of fierce culinary Majordomo&lt;br /&gt;
Col. Freddy "Eviscerlicious" Cannonfried&lt;br /&gt;
it is about uh&lt;br /&gt;
well&lt;br /&gt;
yes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So there's this farmer&lt;br /&gt;
his life is pretty okay&lt;br /&gt;
pretty standard farmer's life&lt;br /&gt;
except for one problem&lt;br /&gt;
this guy's dick don't work&lt;br /&gt;
he cannot have kids FOR THE LIFE OF HIM&lt;br /&gt;
and every time he goes into town to buy shit or sell shit&lt;br /&gt;
all the other farmers are like HEY&lt;br /&gt;
IT'S SERGEANT DICK-DON'T-WORK REPORTING FOR DUTY&lt;br /&gt;
HEY SERGEANT&lt;br /&gt;
HEARD YOUR SERVICE RIFLE MIGHT BE A LITTLE FLOPPY&lt;br /&gt;
EH?&lt;br /&gt;
GET IT?&lt;br /&gt;
CAUSE YOUR DICK DON'T WORK?&lt;br /&gt;
SEE, BY SERVICE RIFLE WE MEANT YOUR PENIS&lt;br /&gt;
and obviously sergeant dick-don't-work gets sick of this shit pretty fast&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so one day he arrives home after a barrage of this shit&lt;br /&gt;
and he's like OKAY&lt;br /&gt;
I AM GOING TO HAVE A KID&lt;br /&gt;
I DON'T EVEN CARE WHAT KIND OF KID&lt;br /&gt;
IT COULD BE A HEDGEHOG FOR ALL I CARE&lt;br /&gt;
and the NEXT FUCKING DAY his wife is pregnant&lt;br /&gt;
and then nine months later she gives birth to a fucking HEDGEHOG MINOTAUR&lt;br /&gt;
by which i mean a half-hedgehog half-human&lt;br /&gt;
everyone is pretty freaked out by the baby obviously&lt;br /&gt;
especially the mom&lt;br /&gt;
who just had to push this spiny monstrosity out her babyhole&lt;br /&gt;
and she's like what did you do, husband?&lt;br /&gt;
how many times do I have to tell you&lt;br /&gt;
WE LIVE IN FAIRYTALE LAND&lt;br /&gt;
STUPID WISHES LIKE THAT COME TRUE ON A REGULAR BASIS&lt;br /&gt;
and sgt dick-don't-work is like no honey it's fine&lt;br /&gt;
we'll just get him baptized and then hide him behind our stove for 8 years&lt;br /&gt;
SO THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT THEY DO&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so after 8 years of being stashed behind a cast iron box that shits fire&lt;br /&gt;
this hedgehog is pretty tough&lt;br /&gt;
also magical&lt;br /&gt;
so it is no suprise when he suddenly asks his father for bagpipes&lt;br /&gt;
wait, what?&lt;br /&gt;
first of all&lt;br /&gt;
what?&lt;br /&gt;
and second of all&lt;br /&gt;
I thought this was a german fairytale&lt;br /&gt;
what are bagpipes doing in here?&lt;br /&gt;
but anyway he says that if his dad buys him some bagpipes&lt;br /&gt;
and also puts horseshoes on this rooster he apparently owns&lt;br /&gt;
he will ride away on the rooster and never come back&lt;br /&gt;
and his dad is like NICE&lt;br /&gt;
WE WERE TOTALLY THINKING ABOUT USING THAT SPACE BEHIND THE STOVE FOR STORAGE&lt;br /&gt;
HERE'S AN INSTRUMENT AND SOME WEIRD HORSESHOES&lt;br /&gt;
NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so the hedgehog dude gets the fuck out of the house&lt;br /&gt;
actually he is named Hans-My-Hedgehog&lt;br /&gt;
because apparently that is the ONLY NAME HE IS ALLOWED TO HAVE BY LAW&lt;br /&gt;
they can't just call him hedgehog&lt;br /&gt;
or mittens&lt;br /&gt;
no, no&lt;br /&gt;
ONLY THE NAME WITH ALL THE HYPHENS&lt;br /&gt;
but fuck that&lt;br /&gt;
this dude will be referred to as SONIC&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so Sonic goes into the woods&lt;br /&gt;
with some pigs and some donkeys&lt;br /&gt;
and he flies up into a tree with his rooster&lt;br /&gt;
and he just sits down&lt;br /&gt;
and stares at those pigs and donkeys&lt;br /&gt;
FOR SEVERAL YEARS&lt;br /&gt;
until they all start fucking and breeding more pigs and donkeys&lt;br /&gt;
and meanwhile some local king gets lost in the woods&lt;br /&gt;
and he hears some beautiful bagpipe music&lt;br /&gt;
and he finds Sonic sitting pretty up in his tree&lt;br /&gt;
and he's like HELLO MAGICAL HEDGEHOG MUSIC MAN&lt;br /&gt;
and Sonic is like YO, CROWN DUDE&lt;br /&gt;
and the king is like I WONDER IF YOU COULD DIRECT ME TO MY CASTLE&lt;br /&gt;
and Sonic is like yeah sure&lt;br /&gt;
i know where all that kind of shit is&lt;br /&gt;
but it's gonna cost you&lt;br /&gt;
I want a written agreement &lt;br /&gt;
that says I get whatever greets you first when you get home&lt;br /&gt;
and the king is like hahaha what a douchebag&lt;br /&gt;
hedgehogs can't read&lt;br /&gt;
so he says oh yeah, sure man&lt;br /&gt;
I totally agree to that&lt;br /&gt;
lemme just write it down right here...&lt;br /&gt;
and he just writes TITS TITS TITS TITS TITS all over the piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;
and signs it&lt;br /&gt;
and Sonic leads him home and he feels pretty good about himself&lt;br /&gt;
then his daughter turns out to be the first person/thing to greet him&lt;br /&gt;
PREDICTABLY&lt;br /&gt;
and he's like haha that hedgehog guy wanted to bang you&lt;br /&gt;
but I TOTALLY tricked him and now it's fine&lt;br /&gt;
TOTALLY FINE FOREVER&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
MEANWHILE&lt;br /&gt;
Sonic is back in his tree&lt;br /&gt;
playing the bagpipes and watching pigs fuck&lt;br /&gt;
classy times all around&lt;br /&gt;
when ANOTHER king comes stumbling into his woods&lt;br /&gt;
WOODS:&lt;br /&gt;
CAN'T FIND YOUR KING?&lt;br /&gt;
PROBABLY HE JUST SUCKS AT HIKING&lt;br /&gt;
and this other king sees Sonic and he's like WHOA&lt;br /&gt;
CRAZY HEDGEHOG MUSIC GUY&lt;br /&gt;
and the whole scenario plays out almost exactly like before&lt;br /&gt;
except instead of trying to screw over sonic&lt;br /&gt;
the king just flat out agrees to the terms&lt;br /&gt;
and is really cool about the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;
even when it turns out he's gonna have to marry his daughter&lt;br /&gt;
to a furry&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but so several weeks pass&lt;br /&gt;
and at this point Sonic has so many pigs that they have FILLED THE ENTIRE FOREST&lt;br /&gt;
YEAH&lt;br /&gt;
LOTS&lt;br /&gt;
so he takes them all and he herds them all to his dad's house&lt;br /&gt;
like &lt;br /&gt;
all eight billion pigs&lt;br /&gt;
and he's like HEY DAD&lt;br /&gt;
COME SLAUGHTER THIS CLUSTERFUCK OF PIGS WITH ALL YOUR FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;
I HAVE RETURNED HOME&lt;br /&gt;
and his dad is like how about you return to my ballsack&lt;br /&gt;
oh shit I didn't mean that to sound weird&lt;br /&gt;
I meant I wish you'd never been born&lt;br /&gt;
and Sonic is like hey dad&lt;br /&gt;
that's totally cool&lt;br /&gt;
we all have our problems in life&lt;br /&gt;
your dick don't work&lt;br /&gt;
I am a magic talking hedgehog child&lt;br /&gt;
let's put our differences behind us like adults&lt;br /&gt;
and then you can go about putting horseshoes on my rooster again&lt;br /&gt;
and then once you do that&lt;br /&gt;
you don't have to see me ever again if you don't want&lt;br /&gt;
and his dad is like  NIIIICE.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so then Sonic goes around to collect his booty&lt;br /&gt;
and he shows up at King 1's place&lt;br /&gt;
but the king has ordered all his guards to just kill Sonic on sight&lt;br /&gt;
because the king is the type of king who likes to hoard sexy daughters&lt;br /&gt;
and a mutant hedgehog suitor kind of throws a wrench in that plan&lt;br /&gt;
but Sonic just runs REALLY FAST or something&lt;br /&gt;
and then flies his rooster up to the king's window like YO&lt;br /&gt;
GIRL OR DEATH&lt;br /&gt;
and the king is like OKAY FINE TAKE THE GIRL JUST PLEASE DON'T HURT ME&lt;br /&gt;
so Sonic takes the girl&lt;br /&gt;
flies away on his rooster&lt;br /&gt;
then when they get a couple miles away&lt;br /&gt;
he proceeds to STRIP HER NAKED AND STAB HER WITH HIS SPINES&lt;br /&gt;
like THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR BEING THE DAUGHTER OF A TOTAL JERK&lt;br /&gt;
then he leaves her in the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;
and goes to the palace of King 2&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so King 2 &lt;br /&gt;
like i said&lt;br /&gt;
is WAYYY less of a jerk than king 1&lt;br /&gt;
he told all his guys to open the doors for Sonic&lt;br /&gt;
and give him food and whatnot&lt;br /&gt;
and also marry him to the princess&lt;br /&gt;
even though no one but Sonic is happy about this&lt;br /&gt;
but whatever&lt;br /&gt;
the wedding happens anyway&lt;br /&gt;
out of a perverted sense of duty or something&lt;br /&gt;
and the chick is totally freaked out by the SHARP SPIKES ALL OVER SONIC'S BODY&lt;br /&gt;
but it's okay&lt;br /&gt;
because what he does&lt;br /&gt;
is before they do the nasty on their wedding night&lt;br /&gt;
he just RIPS OFF HIS SKIN&lt;br /&gt;
HAS FOUR DUDES THROW IT INTO A FIRE&lt;br /&gt;
AND THEN HE TURNS HUMAN&lt;br /&gt;
WAIT&lt;br /&gt;
WHY DID HE NOT DO THIS BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;
DID HE ALREADY KNOW ABOUT THIS OR IS THIS A NEW THING&lt;br /&gt;
WHAT THE FUCK SONIC&lt;br /&gt;
I USED TO GET MY LIFE ADVICE FROM YOU ON THE TELEVISION&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so then he's human suddenly&lt;br /&gt;
but also his skin is TOTALLY BLACK&lt;br /&gt;
and the king is like oh shit&lt;br /&gt;
if there's one thing worse than my daughter marrying a hedgehog&lt;br /&gt;
it's her marrying a BLACK MAN&lt;br /&gt;
so he sends for all his physicians&lt;br /&gt;
and they use doctor magic to turn him white&lt;br /&gt;
and then he and his wife live happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;
and he even comes by his dad's house once to totally show off his sexy new face&lt;br /&gt;
and his dad is actually pleased&lt;br /&gt;
and for the first time ever&lt;br /&gt;
he is happy that he has a son&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
SO THE MORAL OF THE STORY&lt;br /&gt;
is if you ever go walking in the woods&lt;br /&gt;
bring a compass&lt;br /&gt;
anyone you ask for directions is going to end up marrying your daughter&lt;br /&gt;
then tearing off his own face and setting it on fire&lt;br /&gt;
happy trails!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Okay so Inanna is the Sumerian goddess of sexytimes pretty much&lt;br /&gt;
and one day she decides she's gonna go down to hell to see her sister Ereshkigal&lt;br /&gt;
who is sort of the queen of hell or something&lt;br /&gt;
as a side note, Sumerian hell SUCKS&lt;br /&gt;
because basically how it is&lt;br /&gt;
is everyone that goes to it just has to live in a dreary clusterfuck of gloom&lt;br /&gt;
FOREVER&lt;br /&gt;
REGARDLESS OF WHAT THEY DID DURING THEIR LIVES&lt;br /&gt;
like GREAT JOB PILING UP ALL THAT VIRTUE ASSHOLE&lt;br /&gt;
NOW IT IS TIME TO LANGUISH IN THE EMOPIT&lt;br /&gt;
the only thing you can even do to slightly mitigate your suffering&lt;br /&gt;
is make sacrifices to the dead while you are alive&lt;br /&gt;
although it is not clear whether the dead actually receive these sacrifices&lt;br /&gt;
or whether they are embezzled by hell's shoddy management&lt;br /&gt;
man it is like a third world country down there let me tell you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so all of these factors work together&lt;br /&gt;
to make Inanna's visit to hell TOTALLY INEXPLICABLE&lt;br /&gt;
in fact it is so inexplicable that even SHE cannot explain it&lt;br /&gt;
like one of the hell guards is like hey sexy lady&lt;br /&gt;
what's a fine slice of butt like yourself doing in a place like this&lt;br /&gt;
and Inanna is like uhh&lt;br /&gt;
going to the funeral of my sister's husband&lt;br /&gt;
I think his name is Gud-Gal-Ana?&lt;br /&gt;
The bull of heaven that Gilgamesh and Enkidu killed &lt;a href="http://bettermyths.blogspot.com/2011/03/gilgamesh-and-enkidu-ultimate-bromance.html"&gt;in that other story?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
EXCEPT HERE'S THE THING GUYS&lt;br /&gt;
GUD GAL ANA IS NOT EVEN ERESHKIGAL'S HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;
ERESHKIGAL IS ACTUALLY MARRIED TO THE PLAGUE GOD NURGAL&lt;br /&gt;
which is WAYYY worse for Ereshkigal&lt;br /&gt;
but also goes to show&lt;br /&gt;
that Inanna has NO FUCKING IDEA what she is doing down here&lt;br /&gt;
she clearly does not keep in touch with her sister or know anything about her life&lt;br /&gt;
plus she shows up to the gates of hell wearing ALL OF THE BLING&lt;br /&gt;
like a sparkly dress&lt;br /&gt;
and some kind of rhinestone thong&lt;br /&gt;
and a tape measure made of precious gems I think?&lt;br /&gt;
basically every single thing you can have or wear&lt;br /&gt;
that is in no way appropriate for a funeral&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so naturally the guard at the gates of hell is mega suspicious&lt;br /&gt;
and he's like hey&lt;br /&gt;
I'll let you in to hell, sure&lt;br /&gt;
but you gotta give me that sweet tape measure you got there&lt;br /&gt;
and Inanna is like what&lt;br /&gt;
why?&lt;br /&gt;
and he's like I dunno girl&lt;br /&gt;
that's just the way shit goes down here in hell&lt;br /&gt;
SEE&lt;br /&gt;
WHAT DID I TELL YOU&lt;br /&gt;
HELL:&lt;br /&gt;
TOTALLY A THIRD WORLD COUNTRY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so Inanna gives this dude her ruler&lt;br /&gt;
and then goes down into hell&lt;br /&gt;
but it's not long before she runs into ANOTHER gate&lt;br /&gt;
with ANOTHER guard&lt;br /&gt;
and that guard is like "gimme your dress"&lt;br /&gt;
and she does&lt;br /&gt;
and then the next guard is like "gimme your pants"&lt;br /&gt;
and she does&lt;br /&gt;
and this happens SEVEN TIMES&lt;br /&gt;
until Inanna is TOTALLY NUDE&lt;br /&gt;
and she is down in the inner sanctum&lt;br /&gt;
and Ereshkigal is like sup sis&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so Inanna is like hey sis how's it going&lt;br /&gt;
just wanted to drop by and see how you're doing&lt;br /&gt;
and Ereshkigal is like seriously?&lt;br /&gt;
bitch you did not even remember my husband's NAME&lt;br /&gt;
I am disinclined to believe you give two soggy shits about how I'm doing&lt;br /&gt;
plus you just came down to hell&lt;br /&gt;
and we have kind of a reputation down here that we need to uphold&lt;br /&gt;
vis a vis no one ever leaving&lt;br /&gt;
so guess what?&lt;br /&gt;
YOU'RE DEAD NOW&lt;br /&gt;
and Inanna is like AW FUCK&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but luckily for Inanna she kinda saw this coming&lt;br /&gt;
and she had one of her servants go around petitioning all the gods&lt;br /&gt;
like hey Inanna is about to do something dumb&lt;br /&gt;
wanna bail her out when she inevitably fucks up?&lt;br /&gt;
and most of the gods are like uhhhh no&lt;br /&gt;
but Enki&lt;br /&gt;
who also features prominently in Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson&lt;br /&gt;
is like SURE&lt;br /&gt;
I WILL SOLVE ALL THE PROBLEMS&lt;br /&gt;
so he makes these two robots out of the dirt under the other gods' fingernails&lt;br /&gt;
(some pretty grody gods, I guess)&lt;br /&gt;
and he sends them down to hell to go rescue Inanna&lt;br /&gt;
but when they get down there Ereshkigal is TOTALLY PREGNANT&lt;br /&gt;
and she is on the floor in labor and she is like GUYSSSS&lt;br /&gt;
HELP ME OUT HERE&lt;br /&gt;
I WILL TOTALLY HOOK YOU UP WITH ALL KINDS OF SWEET REWARDS&lt;br /&gt;
but they are robots and they cannot feel emotions&lt;br /&gt;
so they just take Inanna's corpse out of hell and beep beep boop their way home&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but see some demons follow them out of hell&lt;br /&gt;
they're like hey&lt;br /&gt;
due to the alchemical law of equivalent exchange&lt;br /&gt;
you can't have Inanna back without trading in a body of greater or equal value&lt;br /&gt;
so the robots and the demons go all over the place shopping for bodies&lt;br /&gt;
the first person they see is Inanna's servant&lt;br /&gt;
and Inanna is like nope&lt;br /&gt;
don't take her&lt;br /&gt;
she's too loyal&lt;br /&gt;
YEAH&lt;br /&gt;
APPARENTLY INANNA CAN TALK?&lt;br /&gt;
I REALLY CANNOT FIGURE OUT IF SHE'S DEAD OR NOT&lt;br /&gt;
and then they come across Inanna's hairdresser&lt;br /&gt;
who is still in mourning&lt;br /&gt;
and Inanna is like AW HELL NO WHO IS GONNA DO MY HIGHLIGHTS THEN&lt;br /&gt;
so finally they come across Inanna's husband&lt;br /&gt;
who is just having a nap under a tree and minding his own business&lt;br /&gt;
and Inanna is like HOW DARE MY HUSBAND NOT MOURN FOR MY STUPID DECISIONS&lt;br /&gt;
DEMONS&lt;br /&gt;
KILLLL HIMMMM&lt;br /&gt;
so the demons drag her husband screaming into hell&lt;br /&gt;
and then her husband's sister gets mad&lt;br /&gt;
and strikes up a deal wherein she spends half the year in hell&lt;br /&gt;
instead of her bro&lt;br /&gt;
and he spends the other half of the year in hell&lt;br /&gt;
and then for some reason Inanna starts to regret her dumb decision&lt;br /&gt;
so whenever her husband is in hell she spends all her time mourning&lt;br /&gt;
and since she is also the god of fertility&lt;br /&gt;
the results are very similar to the end of the &lt;a href="http://bettermyths.blogspot.com/2010/04/persephone.html"&gt;story of persephone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to wit: WINTER&lt;br /&gt;
GREAT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so the moral of the story&lt;br /&gt;
is try to remember the names of your siblings' spouses&lt;br /&gt;
otherwise they will strip you naked and imprison you in hell&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
in reality it is already over&lt;br /&gt;
but in this story&lt;br /&gt;
it is JUST BEGINNING&lt;br /&gt;
in fact&lt;br /&gt;
it hasn't even begun yet&lt;br /&gt;
it is looming on the horizon like some great tinsel-covered monolith&lt;br /&gt;
exuding sugarplum tentacles filled with HOLIDAY SPIRIT&lt;br /&gt;
or at least that's what it feels like when you are dirt poor&lt;br /&gt;
so dirt poor you can't even afford a present for your best chick/dude&lt;br /&gt;
which is the sorry condition of the chick and dude who are the stars of this tale&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so this dude, right&lt;br /&gt;
he has this watch that he is really super proud of&lt;br /&gt;
he is always coming up with excuses to bust it out &lt;br /&gt;
like in the bus shelter or in line at the soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;
all like OH MAN THIS LINE SURE IS TAKING A LONG TIME&lt;br /&gt;
I WONDER HOW MUCH TIME EXACTLY&lt;br /&gt;
LET ME JUST PULL OUT MY GOLD PLATED WATCH&lt;br /&gt;
DID YOU KNOW THIS THING IS A FAMILY HEIRLOOM&lt;br /&gt;
and then someone punches him usually&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and this chick&lt;br /&gt;
she has got some BO-DONCULOUS hair&lt;br /&gt;
seriously&lt;br /&gt;
this is the scalpfuzz to end all scalpfuzz&lt;br /&gt;
all luxurious and flaxen and whatnot&lt;br /&gt;
cascading in delicate ringlets all down the sides of her face&lt;br /&gt;
dudes in trenchcoats come up to her from behind in train stations&lt;br /&gt;
with tiny sewing scissors&lt;br /&gt;
to collect the TINIEST TROPHIES for their fetish altars&lt;br /&gt;
man you should've been there&lt;br /&gt;
these are the only distinguishing features these two people have&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so naturally&lt;br /&gt;
when it comes time to sit down and think about christmas gifts&lt;br /&gt;
this chick and this dude immediately start thinking about hair and watches&lt;br /&gt;
the dude is like damn&lt;br /&gt;
my lady has enough luscious hair to strangle eddie van halen&lt;br /&gt;
she would make rapunzel go bald with jealousy&lt;br /&gt;
perhaps I should get her&lt;br /&gt;
...something for hair?&lt;br /&gt;
and he happens to be walking down the street while he thinks this&lt;br /&gt;
and he sees in a shop window this INCREDIBLY PIMPIN' COMB&lt;br /&gt;
it has got rubies all up the hell everywhere&lt;br /&gt;
and he goes into the store and he is like HOW MUCH FOR THAT COMB&lt;br /&gt;
and the shopkeeper is like A BILLION DOLLARS&lt;br /&gt;
but I also accept payment in gold plated family heirloom watches&lt;br /&gt;
and the guy is like DONE&lt;br /&gt;
and he pawns his watch and gets the comb&lt;br /&gt;
hooray, christmas is saved&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
MEANWHILE&lt;br /&gt;
the chick is walking along like hmm&lt;br /&gt;
my dude certainly does like that watch of his a whole lot&lt;br /&gt;
but you know what that watch is missing?&lt;br /&gt;
a PIMPTACULAR watch chain to dangle it on&lt;br /&gt;
that way it won't fall out of his hand and hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;
when he gets punched in the face for flashing it at the soup kitchen again&lt;br /&gt;
so she goes into the watch chain store&lt;br /&gt;
and damn if she doesn't pick the BLINGINEST WATCH CHAIN THERE EVER WAS&lt;br /&gt;
and she's like how much for that watch chain there&lt;br /&gt;
and the shopkeep is like MORE THAN YOU HAVE&lt;br /&gt;
and the chick is like well&lt;br /&gt;
will you pay me that much if I&lt;br /&gt;
SELL YOU MY HAIR?&lt;br /&gt;
and the shopkeeper is like MMMM YESSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;
and so he shaves her head and gives her the watch chain&lt;br /&gt;
and no one finds this creepy at all&lt;br /&gt;
and christmas is saaaaaaved!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so cut to christmas &lt;br /&gt;
these two people are both super excited to give each other gifts&lt;br /&gt;
so the dude is like HERE YOU GO BABY I GOT YOU THIS HAIR COMB&lt;br /&gt;
ALTHOUGH HONESTLY I AM NOT SURE HOW YOU MANAGED TO MAINTAIN SUCH LUSCIOUS HAIR&lt;br /&gt;
FOR SO LONG&lt;br /&gt;
IN ABSENCE OF A COMB&lt;br /&gt;
DO YOU PERHAPS HAVE&lt;br /&gt;
LUSCIOUS DREADLOCKS?&lt;br /&gt;
ANYWAY HERE'S THIS COMB FOR YOUR ABUNDANT HAIR THAT YOU HAVE&lt;br /&gt;
and the chick is like oh&lt;br /&gt;
shit&lt;br /&gt;
bad timing&lt;br /&gt;
i kind of sold my hair to get you this watch chain&lt;br /&gt;
but hey&lt;br /&gt;
at least you get this watch chain, right?&lt;br /&gt;
and the guy is like oohhh about that&lt;br /&gt;
kinda sold my watch to get you this haircomb&lt;br /&gt;
and they are both like huh&lt;br /&gt;
we just spent all the money we had&lt;br /&gt;
and sacrificed the only things about ourselves that brought us any joy&lt;br /&gt;
in exchange for two shiny objects that are of absolutely no use to us&lt;br /&gt;
is this perhaps&lt;br /&gt;
the TRUE MEANING OF CHRISTMAS?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
well no&lt;br /&gt;
because the moral of the story&lt;br /&gt;
is that when it comes to gift-giving&lt;br /&gt;
it's the thought that counts&lt;br /&gt;
except when that thought is really really dumb&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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many of you are probably having some RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;
others are probably having some chinese food&lt;br /&gt;
and yet others are probably having sex or ambivalence&lt;br /&gt;
it's a big crazy world out there and not everybody likes christmas&lt;br /&gt;
but you know what everyone likes?&lt;br /&gt;
STORIES ABOUT JERKS&lt;br /&gt;
FEATURING GHOSTS&lt;br /&gt;
so that's what we're gonna partake in right now&lt;br /&gt;
religion be damned&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so there's this guy Ebenezer Scrooge&lt;br /&gt;
and how the hell are you supposed to not be an asshole&lt;br /&gt;
with a name like EBENEZER SCROOGE&lt;br /&gt;
that's like naming your dog poopypants mcpisscarpet&lt;br /&gt;
and then being all shocked when he shits your bed&lt;br /&gt;
but yeah&lt;br /&gt;
this guy is TERRIBLE at christmas&lt;br /&gt;
first he threatens to call the police on some holiday charity dudes&lt;br /&gt;
and then he only begrudgingly gives his secretary christmas day off&lt;br /&gt;
and even then&lt;br /&gt;
he only does that because EVERYONE ELSE IS DOING IT&lt;br /&gt;
so not only is he a jerk&lt;br /&gt;
he is an impressionable jerk&lt;br /&gt;
he also kicks some puppies and has some pretty uncomfortable ideas about racism&lt;br /&gt;
just saying&lt;br /&gt;
this guy is top notch at being terrible&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so he goes home&lt;br /&gt;
to sit in his cold house and ruminate on how much he hates kittens and friendship&lt;br /&gt;
when BAM&lt;br /&gt;
HERE COMES A GHOST&lt;br /&gt;
although Bam is not really a good sound effect for a ghost appearance&lt;br /&gt;
and Bamf is copyrighted&lt;br /&gt;
so let's just say the ghost appears with a SPAGOOSH&lt;br /&gt;
and leave it at that&lt;br /&gt;
okay so there's this ghost&lt;br /&gt;
this ghost is the ghost of one of scrooge's old partners in douchebaggery&lt;br /&gt;
one JACOB MARLEY&lt;br /&gt;
who does not even have the excuse of an evil name to fall back on&lt;br /&gt;
he died 7 years ago from laughing too hard when an orphan fell down&lt;br /&gt;
and now here he is&lt;br /&gt;
a ghost&lt;br /&gt;
COVERED IN CHAINS&lt;br /&gt;
and he's like hey scrooge&lt;br /&gt;
and scrooge is like JESUS BALLS GET AWAY FROM ME&lt;br /&gt;
and Marley is like no dude it's okay&lt;br /&gt;
i usually watch you sleep anyway&lt;br /&gt;
but listen man&lt;br /&gt;
you gotta clean up your act&lt;br /&gt;
these chains represent what an asshole I was while I was alive&lt;br /&gt;
and your chains are bout to be DOUBLE STRENGTH LEAD GIRDERS at the rate you're going&lt;br /&gt;
so just a heads up&lt;br /&gt;
there are gonna be some more ghosts coming by here later tonight&lt;br /&gt;
they are going to tell you about christmas and stuff&lt;br /&gt;
seriously&lt;br /&gt;
these guys pulled out all the stops for you&lt;br /&gt;
I dunno why they're trotting out the holiday heavy-hitters&lt;br /&gt;
for an emaciated miser with a name like an anal polyp&lt;br /&gt;
but hey I don't make the decisions&lt;br /&gt;
I'm just some asshole covered in chains&lt;br /&gt;
anyway see you later&lt;br /&gt;
try to get some sleep&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so scrooge is scared shitless obviously&lt;br /&gt;
but he's also a little senile so he falls asleep anyway&lt;br /&gt;
and then later &lt;br /&gt;
SPAGOOOOSH&lt;br /&gt;
here comes another ghost&lt;br /&gt;
this ghost is super gender ambiguous&lt;br /&gt;
wearing a white robe&lt;br /&gt;
and balancing a candle on its head&lt;br /&gt;
not the most intimidating of ghosts, my friend&lt;br /&gt;
so scrooge is like okay ghost&lt;br /&gt;
who are you and why are you in my house&lt;br /&gt;
and the ghost is like I AM THE GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PAST&lt;br /&gt;
I AM HERE TO GUIDE YOU THROUGH A SERIES OF CHRISTMAS FLAAAAASHBAAAAAACKS&lt;br /&gt;
SPOOOOOOOKY&lt;br /&gt;
so okay they go back in time&lt;br /&gt;
they use some kind of spooky ghost time travel &lt;br /&gt;
and they go back to scrooge's childhood&lt;br /&gt;
and they watch him sit in a room reading books over the christmas holiday&lt;br /&gt;
at boarding school&lt;br /&gt;
because his dad won't let him come home or something&lt;br /&gt;
but honestly &lt;br /&gt;
reading books over christmas is pretty much what I do ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;
so I don't see where this guy gets off complaining&lt;br /&gt;
except then cut to the next scene&lt;br /&gt;
and it is his sister saying he doesn't have to stay at the boarding school&lt;br /&gt;
cause his dad has stopped being a dick&lt;br /&gt;
and he can come home now&lt;br /&gt;
and they have a feast and it's great&lt;br /&gt;
BUT THEN LATER HIS SISTER DIES&lt;br /&gt;
oh nooooooo&lt;br /&gt;
and then there's this other time where scrooge is working for this dude&lt;br /&gt;
the dude's name is Fezziwig&lt;br /&gt;
which is basically the opposite of scrooge&lt;br /&gt;
so it is no surprise at all when that dude throws a MEGA SWEET CHRISTMAS PARTY&lt;br /&gt;
and everyone gets laid&lt;br /&gt;
and this illustrates the true meaning of christmas&lt;br /&gt;
and also scrooge is lightly traumatized from having to relive his sister's death&lt;br /&gt;
yessssss&lt;br /&gt;
so then the ghost puts the final nail in the coffin&lt;br /&gt;
(a figurative coffin though, not a literal coffin&lt;br /&gt;
the literal coffin comes later&lt;br /&gt;
uh&lt;br /&gt;
spoilers)&lt;br /&gt;
by taking him to see the time when this chick he was into totally dumped him&lt;br /&gt;
because he was too into his money&lt;br /&gt;
and scrooge sees this&lt;br /&gt;
and he feels really bad&lt;br /&gt;
he feels so bad that he punches the ghost right in its candle head&lt;br /&gt;
like he literally punches its lights out&lt;br /&gt;
and then he wakes up in bed&lt;br /&gt;
and he's like shit&lt;br /&gt;
I gotta do this 2 more times?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
YES&lt;br /&gt;
because then here comes the ghost of christmas present&lt;br /&gt;
who is a big fat dude who knows how to PARTY&lt;br /&gt;
he's got a big beard and an empty scabbard cause i guess he forgot his sword&lt;br /&gt;
and he shows up to Scrooge's house WASTED &lt;br /&gt;
and he's like duuuuude&lt;br /&gt;
it is time to look at the PRESENT of christmas&lt;br /&gt;
and Scrooge is like great&lt;br /&gt;
we're in the present right now&lt;br /&gt;
done&lt;br /&gt;
and the ghost is like no dude&lt;br /&gt;
I am going to take you on an adventure&lt;br /&gt;
THROUGH SPAAAAAAAAACE&lt;br /&gt;
WHOAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;
so the teleport to this awesome crowded holiday market&lt;br /&gt;
where everyone is buying gifts and shit&lt;br /&gt;
and Scrooge is like what are we doing here&lt;br /&gt;
and the ghost is like oh not much&lt;br /&gt;
I just needed to pick up some more booze&lt;br /&gt;
I am RUNNING LOW my friend and it is CHRISTMAS&lt;br /&gt;
and I mean&lt;br /&gt;
I am the ghost of christmas present&lt;br /&gt;
which means that after tonight&lt;br /&gt;
I FUCKING DIE&lt;br /&gt;
so fuck if I'm not gonna PARTY DOWN beforehand&lt;br /&gt;
but okay I have my booze now&lt;br /&gt;
wanna see something depressing?&lt;br /&gt;
and scrooge is like no not really but SPAGOOSH&lt;br /&gt;
now they are in the house of Scrooge's secretary&lt;br /&gt;
who's name is Bob&lt;br /&gt;
and they are watching bob and his whole family&lt;br /&gt;
slowly starve/freeze to death on CHRISTMAS FUCKING EVE&lt;br /&gt;
while his small adorable child &lt;br /&gt;
whose name is TINY TIM&lt;br /&gt;
SLOWLY SUCCUMBS TO POLIO&lt;br /&gt;
it is truly&lt;br /&gt;
the worst christmas&lt;br /&gt;
and the ghost is like aw man&lt;br /&gt;
what a buzzkill&lt;br /&gt;
let's go see some other places&lt;br /&gt;
so they go to some other places for a while&lt;br /&gt;
and then the ghost conjures up some homeless kids to attack scrooge&lt;br /&gt;
presumably to teach him about charity but also because it's hilarious&lt;br /&gt;
and scrooge either learns an important lesson or is scared shitless&lt;br /&gt;
and then BOOM&lt;br /&gt;
he is back in his bed&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but is that the end?&lt;br /&gt;
fuck no that's not the end&lt;br /&gt;
are you simple?&lt;br /&gt;
I SAID there would be THREE GHOSTS&lt;br /&gt;
THREE&lt;br /&gt;
GHOSTS&lt;br /&gt;
and Marley doesn't count&lt;br /&gt;
because he has chains on him and he behaves rationally&lt;br /&gt;
so after a suitably suspenseful delay&lt;br /&gt;
HERE COMES GHOST NUMBER THREE&lt;br /&gt;
or wait&lt;br /&gt;
fuck&lt;br /&gt;
actually this is not a ghost at all&lt;br /&gt;
actually this is just the grim reaper&lt;br /&gt;
it is the grim reaper except his skull is invisible inside his hood&lt;br /&gt;
and he doesn't have a scythe&lt;br /&gt;
and he doesn't talk AT ALL&lt;br /&gt;
BOOOOO-RIIIIIING&lt;br /&gt;
except not boring&lt;br /&gt;
because this ghost&lt;br /&gt;
can TIME TRAVEL TO THE FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;
so it takes Scrooge with it&lt;br /&gt;
to a not-so-distant dystopian future&lt;br /&gt;
full of flying guns and some jerk's funeral&lt;br /&gt;
this anonymous jerk apparently died recently and no one gives a shit&lt;br /&gt;
look, here come some businessmen&lt;br /&gt;
they do not give a SHIT&lt;br /&gt;
one of them is like I WILL ONLY GO TO THIS FUNERAL IF THEY HAVE FREE SANDWICHES&lt;br /&gt;
and another one is like HAHAHA I DON'T EAT SANDWICHES SO I WON'T GO AT ALL&lt;br /&gt;
and then some other people are like HEY&lt;br /&gt;
WE JUST STOLE ALL OF THAT JERK'S STUFF&lt;br /&gt;
LET'S GO SELL IT TO A PAWNSHOP&lt;br /&gt;
and then some other people are like SHIT YES&lt;br /&gt;
WE USED TO OWE THAT GUY MONEY&lt;br /&gt;
NOW WE CAN INSTEAD USE THAT MONEY TO BUY HIS STOLEN GOODS FROM THIS PAWNSHOP&lt;br /&gt;
basically everybody is happy and no one is sad&lt;br /&gt;
and then they go to the graveyard&lt;br /&gt;
and WHOSE GRAVE DO YOU THINK IT IS?&lt;br /&gt;
COME ON&lt;br /&gt;
IT IS SCROOGE'S GRAVE&lt;br /&gt;
IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW THAT THEN YOU ARE TOO DUMB FOR THIS STORY&lt;br /&gt;
YOU ARE TOO DUMB EVEN FOR THIS WEBSITE&lt;br /&gt;
but yeah&lt;br /&gt;
this is obviously some pretty freaky shit&lt;br /&gt;
so scrooge is like AAH&lt;br /&gt;
AAH&lt;br /&gt;
GET ME OUT OF HERE&lt;br /&gt;
SHOW ME A FUNERAL WHERE PEOPLE ACTUALLY GIVE A SHIT FOR A CHANGE&lt;br /&gt;
and SPAGOOSH&lt;br /&gt;
now they are at a much more heartfelt funeral&lt;br /&gt;
the funeral&lt;br /&gt;
OF TINY TIM&lt;br /&gt;
oh man the pathos is unBEARABLE&lt;br /&gt;
and scrooge is like okay dude okay&lt;br /&gt;
fine&lt;br /&gt;
I give up&lt;br /&gt;
i'll be good at christmas from now on&lt;br /&gt;
as long as I can somehow shift myself into an alternate timeline&lt;br /&gt;
where I don't die and then get all my shit stolen by poor people&lt;br /&gt;
and no sooner has he made this decision&lt;br /&gt;
then he wakes up in bed&lt;br /&gt;
and he is alive and it is christmas day&lt;br /&gt;
and he actually keeps his word&lt;br /&gt;
and goes and hangs out with his nephew and his nephew's family&lt;br /&gt;
and anonymously donates a big fat turkey to his secretary&lt;br /&gt;
(although he does not anonymously donate them any polio vaccine&lt;br /&gt;
which would have been a lot more helpful)&lt;br /&gt;
and generally just skips down the street&lt;br /&gt;
throwing fistfuls of money at homeless people&lt;br /&gt;
and from that day on&lt;br /&gt;
everyone forgets what a jerk he used to be&lt;br /&gt;
and when he dies nobody steals his stuff&lt;br /&gt;
PROBABLY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so the moral of the story&lt;br /&gt;
is that if you have a friend who does not understand the TRUE MEANING OF CHRISTMAS&lt;br /&gt;
your best bet&lt;br /&gt;
is a calculated campaign of sleep deprivation and necromancy&lt;br /&gt;
carefully orchestrated to break down the will and strip away the personality&lt;br /&gt;
until nothing but CHRISTMAS SPIRIT remains&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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to make up for the LONG LONG FUCKITY LONG one from tuesday&lt;br /&gt;
also I have to get on a plane to LA in a couple of minutes&lt;br /&gt;
so here we go:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
alright so there's these three mice&lt;br /&gt;
they have vision problems&lt;br /&gt;
SEVERE vision problems&lt;br /&gt;
straight up macular degeneration cataracts glaucoma 3x combo&lt;br /&gt;
and their health insurance is SHIT because they are MICE&lt;br /&gt;
seriously&lt;br /&gt;
these dudes could not see the back side of a barn&lt;br /&gt;
which is problematic&lt;br /&gt;
because they LIVE in the backside of a barn&lt;br /&gt;
or at least somewhere on a farm&lt;br /&gt;
cause see one day the farmer's wife comes sauntering by&lt;br /&gt;
and they're like HOLY SOMEBODY'S COMING&lt;br /&gt;
WE'D BETTER DO THE SENSIBLE THING&lt;br /&gt;
AND START CHASING HER&lt;br /&gt;
so they do&lt;br /&gt;
or maybe they thought they were running away&lt;br /&gt;
but need I remind you they are FUCKING BLIND&lt;br /&gt;
so they are just running all up at her skirts and shit&lt;br /&gt;
and she is like EEK EEK EEK&lt;br /&gt;
OH WAIT&lt;br /&gt;
THOSE ARE MOUSE NOISES&lt;br /&gt;
I AM A HUMAN&lt;br /&gt;
AND ONE OF THE THINGS THAT SEPARATES ME FROM FILTHY SQUEAKING BARNMAMMALS&lt;br /&gt;
IS MY ABILITY TO USE TOOLS&lt;br /&gt;
SPECIFICALLY THIS CARVING KNIFE&lt;br /&gt;
so she just turns around like SHABAM FLOORTWATS&lt;br /&gt;
and the mice have no clue what is about to happen because they CAN'T FUCKING SEE&lt;br /&gt;
so she cuts off all their tails&lt;br /&gt;
now let me ask you my friends&lt;br /&gt;
have you ever seen such a thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;
if you grew up on a farm&lt;br /&gt;
the answer is:&lt;br /&gt;
probably&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
BUT MY FRIENDS THAT IS NOT THE WHOLE STORY&lt;br /&gt;
because apparently this is all some kind of fucked up allegory&lt;br /&gt;
for how there were these three dudes&lt;br /&gt;
named Hugh Latimer, Nicholas Ridley and Thomas Cranmer&lt;br /&gt;
they ran afoul of the queen at the time&lt;br /&gt;
Queen Mary the First&lt;br /&gt;
because they were being WAYYYY too protestant&lt;br /&gt;
especially Thomas Cranmer&lt;br /&gt;
who happened to also be the archbishop of canterbury&lt;br /&gt;
and that is kind of a conflict of interest?&lt;br /&gt;
so Mary rounds up these dudes&lt;br /&gt;
and she's about to set them on fire if they don't convert to non-protestantism&lt;br /&gt;
and Tommy is like WHOA WAIT&lt;br /&gt;
I TOTALLY TAKE BACK ALL MY PROTESTANT SHIT I SAID&lt;br /&gt;
I GET TO LIVE NOW, RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;
and Mary is like uh nope&lt;br /&gt;
still gonna set you on fire&lt;br /&gt;
and Thomas is like WELL SHIT&lt;br /&gt;
I GUESS I TAKE BACK ALL THE NON-PROTESTANT SHIT I SAID THEN&lt;br /&gt;
PROTESTANTS 4EVA&lt;br /&gt;
and then he dies&lt;br /&gt;
and this is like that rhyme about the mice&lt;br /&gt;
because in this story&lt;br /&gt;
the three dudes who got burned represent the mice&lt;br /&gt;
except instead of being blind&lt;br /&gt;
they are protestants&lt;br /&gt;
and the queen represents the farmer's wife&lt;br /&gt;
except instead of cutting off their tails&lt;br /&gt;
she sets them on fire&lt;br /&gt;
and the whole thing is about religion&lt;br /&gt;
which just goes to show&lt;br /&gt;
that if you are coming up with a rhyme to celebrate history&lt;br /&gt;
folks give you a LOT of leeway&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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I forget his name &lt;br /&gt;
but it was probably something badass like Omar McPunchkittens&lt;br /&gt;
whatever&lt;br /&gt;
let's talk about arrogant primates&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So there's this stone monkey&lt;br /&gt;
he hatched out of a stone egg&lt;br /&gt;
that's normal&lt;br /&gt;
SO ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;
this monkey becomes king of all the other monkeys&lt;br /&gt;
presumably because none of them want to have to try and punch him&lt;br /&gt;
seeing as he is made of STONE&lt;br /&gt;
so that's pretty sweet&lt;br /&gt;
he finds them this secret cave under a waterfall and shit&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
BUT THAT IS NOT ENOUGH FOR THIS MONKEY&lt;br /&gt;
he's like man&lt;br /&gt;
I'm made out of stone and I'm a king and everything&lt;br /&gt;
but you know what I'm NOT?&lt;br /&gt;
IMMORTAL&lt;br /&gt;
and the other monkeys are like dude&lt;br /&gt;
only sages and immortals and buddhas are immortal&lt;br /&gt;
and the monkey is like NOT A PROBLEM&lt;br /&gt;
IMMORTALITY AHOY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so he gets on a raft&lt;br /&gt;
which is a terrible dumb thing for a stone monkey to do&lt;br /&gt;
and then he sails for a long time until he finds some random sage&lt;br /&gt;
and in true kung-fu movie fashion&lt;br /&gt;
this sage dude has ol' monkeytimes carry water and chop wood for 7 years&lt;br /&gt;
also he changes his name from ol' monkeytimes to Wu K'ung&lt;br /&gt;
and then after seven years he's like okay monkey guy&lt;br /&gt;
seems like you are serious about learning this shit&lt;br /&gt;
also you have done HELLA chores and I am pleased&lt;br /&gt;
so here&lt;br /&gt;
here are the 72 transformations of immortality&lt;br /&gt;
also a somersault that will carry you around the world&lt;br /&gt;
and Wu K'ung is like AWWW SHITTTT&lt;br /&gt;
dude lemme at least give you a couple bucks &lt;br /&gt;
to pay you back for all these sweet transformations&lt;br /&gt;
and the sage is like naw bro&lt;br /&gt;
just make sure to not use your powers for being an asshole&lt;br /&gt;
and the monkey is like oh haha sure okay&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so he goes back to the other monkeys&lt;br /&gt;
and he has to save them from some demons or something&lt;br /&gt;
and then he's like well shit&lt;br /&gt;
better get these dudes some weapons&lt;br /&gt;
so he does&lt;br /&gt;
and then he goes to the dragon king who lives underwater&lt;br /&gt;
and he's like yo dude&lt;br /&gt;
i want a really great weapon&lt;br /&gt;
and the dragon king&lt;br /&gt;
who is FUCKING TERRIFIED of Wu K'ung&lt;br /&gt;
is like sure dude&lt;br /&gt;
have this 3,000 pound sword&lt;br /&gt;
(if you're someplace that uses the metric system&lt;br /&gt;
I think that's about 7 kilometers)&lt;br /&gt;
and Wu K'ung is all like NOPE&lt;br /&gt;
TOO LIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
and the dragon king is like ohhh shit &lt;br /&gt;
okay&lt;br /&gt;
here's a 7,000 pound axe&lt;br /&gt;
and Wu K'ung is like NOPE&lt;br /&gt;
STILL TOO LIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
and the dragon king is like well uh okay&lt;br /&gt;
all we have is this huge iron bar that some guy used to make the oceans&lt;br /&gt;
and the monkey king is like PERFECT&lt;br /&gt;
I'LL TAKE IT&lt;br /&gt;
the staff is super huge&lt;br /&gt;
but it shrinks on command&lt;br /&gt;
and it also has its exact total weight written on it&lt;br /&gt;
which is like 13,000 pounds&lt;br /&gt;
and Wu K'ung is like hey guys&lt;br /&gt;
while I'm here&lt;br /&gt;
how about also some armor and sweet pimp clothes and fancy sandwiches?&lt;br /&gt;
and everyone is like sure okay dude just don't hurt us&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so the monkey king comes back to his monkeys&lt;br /&gt;
and they're like DAMN BRO YOU LOOK AMAAAAAAZING&lt;br /&gt;
and he's like uh yeah&lt;br /&gt;
I KNOW&lt;br /&gt;
NOW I AM GOING TO TAKE A NAP&lt;br /&gt;
TRY NOT TO GET BLINDED BY ALL MY SICK FINERY&lt;br /&gt;
so he falls asleep&lt;br /&gt;
and starts having this CRAZY dream&lt;br /&gt;
where demons are dragging him into hell&lt;br /&gt;
and he's like whoa now FUCK THIS&lt;br /&gt;
and whips out his staff and brutally emasculates these demons&lt;br /&gt;
and then fancyswaggers right into the mouth of hell&lt;br /&gt;
into the inner sanctum or whatever&lt;br /&gt;
and he's like HEY CHINESE SATAN&lt;br /&gt;
WHAT'S THIS ABOUT?&lt;br /&gt;
and chines satan is like uh&lt;br /&gt;
uh&lt;br /&gt;
lemme check the book that says when everyone is gonna die&lt;br /&gt;
oh&lt;br /&gt;
look&lt;br /&gt;
it says you're gonna live to be like three hundred and-&lt;br /&gt;
FUCK THAT, says the monkey king&lt;br /&gt;
and he walks over to the book and he's like lemme just fix that real quick&lt;br /&gt;
and just straight crosses his name out&lt;br /&gt;
and then crosses out the names of all his monkey pals&lt;br /&gt;
and then he goes back to earth and his monkeys are like yo dude where you been&lt;br /&gt;
and he's like oh nowhere&lt;br /&gt;
just CUTTIN' THROUGH THE RED TAPE OF HELL &lt;br /&gt;
LIKE MAYOR MCBADASS AT THE RIBBON-CUTTING FOR AWESOME ISLAND&lt;br /&gt;
WIELDING THOSE GIANT NOVELTY SCISSORS &lt;br /&gt;
LIKE A GUILLOTINE &lt;br /&gt;
OF JUSTICE&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so word gets around&lt;br /&gt;
and everyone starts to get pretty worried about this dude&lt;br /&gt;
so finally they all go ask the Jade Emperor&lt;br /&gt;
who is like the king of heaven or something&lt;br /&gt;
if he can do something about this rambunctious monkey&lt;br /&gt;
so the Jade emperor invites Wu K'ung up to his place&lt;br /&gt;
and he's like yo&lt;br /&gt;
monkey king&lt;br /&gt;
how would you like A ROYAL APPOINTMENT IN THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN&lt;br /&gt;
and Wu K'ung is like FINALLY SOME RECOGNITION FOR MY AWESOME TALENTS&lt;br /&gt;
WHAT'S THE APPOINTMENT, KINGY-POO?&lt;br /&gt;
and the king is like&lt;br /&gt;
"Pi Ma Wen"&lt;br /&gt;
which means "Stable boy"&lt;br /&gt;
but apparently the monkey king doesn't know chinese&lt;br /&gt;
so he goes ahead and does this shit job for TEN YEARS&lt;br /&gt;
until he finally realizes that his job&lt;br /&gt;
actually involves picking up literal shit&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know why it took him ten years to realize this&lt;br /&gt;
but anyway he responds by breaking a bunch of shit and then going home&lt;br /&gt;
back to the monkeys &lt;br /&gt;
who are like DUDE&lt;br /&gt;
FUCK BEING A STABLEBOY&lt;br /&gt;
YOU SHOULD RUN FOR OFFICE&lt;br /&gt;
THE OFFICE OF "GREATEST SAGE EVER"&lt;br /&gt;
WE ARE NOT SURE THAT IS AN OFFICE&lt;br /&gt;
BECAUSE WE ARE ONLY MONKEYS&lt;br /&gt;
AND FRANKLY, EVEN OUR ABILITY TO SPEAK IS PRETTY REMARKABLE&lt;br /&gt;
BUT HEY MAN IT'S WORTH A SHOT&lt;br /&gt;
and Wu K'ung is like you know what&lt;br /&gt;
you're right&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so he makes this big banner that says he's the greatest sage ever&lt;br /&gt;
and naturally this pisses heaven off&lt;br /&gt;
so the jade emperor sends some dudes to go fight him&lt;br /&gt;
along with like SEVERAL THOUSAND ARMY DUDES&lt;br /&gt;
but here is the problem:&lt;br /&gt;
the monkey king is like PRETTY MUCH INVINCIBLE&lt;br /&gt;
he can do crazy shit like pull out his hair and turn it into more of him&lt;br /&gt;
he can like&lt;br /&gt;
shoot lasers out of his face and multiply his arms and transmute flesh to fire&lt;br /&gt;
what I am saying is this guy's power level is THROUGH THE ROOF&lt;br /&gt;
he makes short work of the armies&lt;br /&gt;
and then some other armies&lt;br /&gt;
and finally the jade emperor is like okay dude&lt;br /&gt;
you wanna be the greatest sage?&lt;br /&gt;
fine&lt;br /&gt;
that's not even a thing&lt;br /&gt;
but check it out&lt;br /&gt;
we'll even build you a fucking castle&lt;br /&gt;
and make you caretaker of a grove full of immortality peaches&lt;br /&gt;
and Wu K'ung is like OH MAN&lt;br /&gt;
I LOVE HOW MY NEGATIVE ACTIONS HAVE ONLY POSITIVE CONSEQUENCES&lt;br /&gt;
then he busts into the peach orchard and eats like ALL THE PEACHES&lt;br /&gt;
even though he was immortal to begin with&lt;br /&gt;
so basically&lt;br /&gt;
what the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but so he eats a bunch of peaches&lt;br /&gt;
and he passes out in a peach tree&lt;br /&gt;
and these fairies come by to gather peaches for this sweet party&lt;br /&gt;
and they see that there are like NO PEACHES LEFT&lt;br /&gt;
and they wake up Wu K'ung&lt;br /&gt;
who has turned himself into a caterpillar for some reason&lt;br /&gt;
and he's like WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT&lt;br /&gt;
and they're like uh&lt;br /&gt;
we were supposed to get peaches for this sweet party the queen is throwing&lt;br /&gt;
and Wu K'ung is like THE QUEEN'S THROWING A PARTY&lt;br /&gt;
AND I'M NOT INVITED?&lt;br /&gt;
BUUUUUULLLLSHIT&lt;br /&gt;
so he casts a spell on the fairies&lt;br /&gt;
(it doesn't say what kind of spell&lt;br /&gt;
just any old spell&lt;br /&gt;
like maybe he set them on fire or bought them cotton candy&lt;br /&gt;
or just tattooed "STEAK" on all their foreheads&lt;br /&gt;
whatever)&lt;br /&gt;
and then he goes to the party&lt;br /&gt;
except he's not content to just crash the party normal-style&lt;br /&gt;
no no no&lt;br /&gt;
he turns his hair into a PLAGUE OF SLUMBER-INDUCING LOCUSTS&lt;br /&gt;
then once everyone is asleep&lt;br /&gt;
he rolls in&lt;br /&gt;
gets PLASTERED&lt;br /&gt;
breaks a bunch of shit&lt;br /&gt;
including SEVERAL MORE ELIXIRS OF IMMORTALITY&lt;br /&gt;
(holy SHIT heaven is like oozing with this stuff)&lt;br /&gt;
and then he sobers up enough to realize he should probably get out of here&lt;br /&gt;
and he flies back down to earth and meets back up with his monkey bros&lt;br /&gt;
like DUDES I JUST TOTALLY CRASHED A PARTY&lt;br /&gt;
AND I STOLE ALL THEIR BOOZE AND BROUGHT IT HERE&lt;br /&gt;
SO WE CAN KEEP THIS PARTY GOING&lt;br /&gt;
ALL&lt;br /&gt;
NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
LONG&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but so then they wake up to find that perhaps they have partied TOO HARD?!&lt;br /&gt;
because now their mountain where they live is surrounded by EIGHTEEN NETS&lt;br /&gt;
and also EIGHTEEN MILLION THOUSAND ARMY DUDES&lt;br /&gt;
and also a whole pantheon full of PISSED-OFF GODS&lt;br /&gt;
but Wu K'ung is like it's cool guys I got this&lt;br /&gt;
HIYAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;
and BAM&lt;br /&gt;
he's got SIX ARMS&lt;br /&gt;
EACH WITH A DIFFERENT CRAZY KIND OF WEAPON&lt;br /&gt;
like&lt;br /&gt;
he has so many arms&lt;br /&gt;
that about halfway through he runs out of real weapons to hold&lt;br /&gt;
and has to start making shit up&lt;br /&gt;
like KNIFE?&lt;br /&gt;
CHECK&lt;br /&gt;
AXE?&lt;br /&gt;
CHECK&lt;br /&gt;
CONSTANTLY OSCILLATING WHEEL OF FIRE?&lt;br /&gt;
CHECK?&lt;br /&gt;
but yeah&lt;br /&gt;
then he also bites off a bunch of his hairs and turns them into a tun of him&lt;br /&gt;
man male pattern baldness is gonna hit this guy HARD&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but so the gods are STILL pissed off&lt;br /&gt;
I mean&lt;br /&gt;
if there is one surefire way to piss off gods&lt;br /&gt;
it is getting between them and their booze&lt;br /&gt;
so finally they pull out their ace in the hole&lt;br /&gt;
their ace in the hole is just some other god named Ehr-lang&lt;br /&gt;
which is not an intimidating name in any language&lt;br /&gt;
but actually he is a pretty formidable dude&lt;br /&gt;
his power level is substantial and all that&lt;br /&gt;
and what he does&lt;br /&gt;
which is actually pretty brilliant&lt;br /&gt;
is he grows like 10,000 feet tall&lt;br /&gt;
and then Wu K'ung is like OH IT'S ON BITCH&lt;br /&gt;
and he grows himself like ten thousand and ONE feet tall&lt;br /&gt;
and while they are busy godzilla-ing it up up there&lt;br /&gt;
all of Ehr-lang's dudes just straight MASSACRE the other monkeys&lt;br /&gt;
and then the monkey king looks down and he's like AW FUCK DUDE WHAT DID YOU DO&lt;br /&gt;
I THOUGHT I ERASED ALL THOSE GUYS OUT OF THE BOOK OF DEATH OR SOMETHING&lt;br /&gt;
and Ehr-lang is like WELL THEN MY FISTS MUST BE FOUNTAIN PENS&lt;br /&gt;
CAUSE I DONE PENCILED Y'ALL BACK IN FOR 11:00&lt;br /&gt;
WHICH IS RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;
AND I GUESS I DIDN'T PENCIL YOU IN&lt;br /&gt;
BECAUSE MY FISTS ARE PENS&lt;br /&gt;
BUT ANYWAY THE IDEA IS I'MA KILL YOU&lt;br /&gt;
but by the time Ehr-lang is done backpedaling Wu K'ung has already run away&lt;br /&gt;
and turned into a bird&lt;br /&gt;
so it's a good thing Ehr-lang has some kind of crazy GPS tracking device on him&lt;br /&gt;
he just starts chasing that bird like nobody's business&lt;br /&gt;
by turning into ANOTHER BIRD&lt;br /&gt;
and this goes on for a while&lt;br /&gt;
with these two dudes shifting through basically every flavor of ornithological bullshit&lt;br /&gt;
and some snakes and fish and stuff also&lt;br /&gt;
and finally they just turn back into dudes &lt;br /&gt;
and start punching the hell out of each other&lt;br /&gt;
and the gods are watching like should we fix this?&lt;br /&gt;
yeah&lt;br /&gt;
we should fix this&lt;br /&gt;
so one guy throws this magic diamond ring at Wu K'ung&lt;br /&gt;
which knocks him out and then ties him up&lt;br /&gt;
this is a serious ring my friends&lt;br /&gt;
this is the kind of ring i would give as an engagement ring&lt;br /&gt;
because then if my fiancee tried to run away&lt;br /&gt;
BAM&lt;br /&gt;
ROPES AND UNCONSCIOUSNESS&lt;br /&gt;
I am just not very confident in my personal charisma is all ok?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but so the monkey king is like AWW NUTS&lt;br /&gt;
TOTALLY UNFAIR&lt;br /&gt;
and everyone else is like well&lt;br /&gt;
as long as we're doing unfair things&lt;br /&gt;
why don't we put this monkey in a pot&lt;br /&gt;
and MELT HIM so all his immortality comes out and we can maybe salvage it&lt;br /&gt;
and everyone is like THAT IS A GREAT IDEA&lt;br /&gt;
so they put him in a pot&lt;br /&gt;
and they set it on fire&lt;br /&gt;
and they leave him in there for FORTY-NINE DAYS&lt;br /&gt;
and then one guy opens it up to check on his ashes&lt;br /&gt;
and BOOM&lt;br /&gt;
OUT BUSTS THE MONKEY KING&lt;br /&gt;
like BITCHES&lt;br /&gt;
DID YOU EVEN BOTHER TO LOOK UP IMMORTALITY IN THE DICTIONARY BEFORE YOU DID THIS?&lt;br /&gt;
IT MEANS I CAN'T DIE&lt;br /&gt;
IT'S NOT LIKE ONE OF THOSE BULLSHIT PARKING SIGNS&lt;br /&gt;
LIKE NO PARKING BEFORE TEN PM&lt;br /&gt;
THERE IS NO WORKAROUND&lt;br /&gt;
YOU CANNOT JUST KEEP CIRCLING THE BLOCK UNTIL MY IMMORTALITY DISSIPATES&lt;br /&gt;
NO MY FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;
IMMORTALITY IS A SIGN THAT SAYS "NO DYING ANYTIME"&lt;br /&gt;
"MONDAY THROUGH SUNDAY"&lt;br /&gt;
"12AM TO 12AM"&lt;br /&gt;
"EVERY"&lt;br /&gt;
"DAMN"&lt;br /&gt;
"DAY"&lt;br /&gt;
so yeah basically the only thing anyone manages to accomplish by burning him&lt;br /&gt;
is turning his eyes a TOTALLY BADASS RED&lt;br /&gt;
so that's when the gods are like fuck it&lt;br /&gt;
I'm out of ideas&lt;br /&gt;
somebody call buddha&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so they manage to dig up buddha's number&lt;br /&gt;
and he comes plummeting out of heaven like YO&lt;br /&gt;
MONKEY KING&lt;br /&gt;
LET'S HAVE US A CONVERSATION&lt;br /&gt;
and the monkey king is like sure okay what's up&lt;br /&gt;
and the buddha is like dude&lt;br /&gt;
you've been being a real shack of tools these past several hundred years&lt;br /&gt;
and everyone would like you to stop&lt;br /&gt;
would you consider just chilling the fuck out?&lt;br /&gt;
and the monkey king is like dude&lt;br /&gt;
chill out?&lt;br /&gt;
I was just in a furnace for a month and a half&lt;br /&gt;
the only thing I am about to chill out is these beers I just stole from heaven&lt;br /&gt;
and buddha is like whoa whoa okay&lt;br /&gt;
a proposition then&lt;br /&gt;
if you can do a backflip out of my hand&lt;br /&gt;
you can go ahead and keep doing whatever you want&lt;br /&gt;
but if you can't&lt;br /&gt;
I OWN you&lt;br /&gt;
and Wu K'ung is like psh WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;
your hand is like nine inches long&lt;br /&gt;
I can somersault AROUND THE WORLD&lt;br /&gt;
this is TRUE COMEDY, buddha&lt;br /&gt;
I accept your proposition&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so buddha sticks out his hand&lt;br /&gt;
and Wu K'ung climbs on top of it&lt;br /&gt;
and he's like ready&lt;br /&gt;
set&lt;br /&gt;
BACKFLIP&lt;br /&gt;
and he's backflippin' harder than a whole swimming pool full of breakdancers&lt;br /&gt;
until finally he stops&lt;br /&gt;
and he's standing at the foot of these FIVE MASSIVE PILLARS&lt;br /&gt;
and he's like HAH&lt;br /&gt;
I MUST BE IN SOME CRAZY ALIEN DIMENSION&lt;br /&gt;
LET ME MARK THIS PLACE FOR POSTERITY&lt;br /&gt;
so he carves his initials into one of the pillars&lt;br /&gt;
and then pisses on it for good measure&lt;br /&gt;
and then backflips back to where he started&lt;br /&gt;
and buddha's like WHAT THE FUCK MAN&lt;br /&gt;
YOU JUST PISSED IN MY HAND&lt;br /&gt;
YOU LITERALLY JUST PISSED ALL OVER MY FUCKING HAND&lt;br /&gt;
HOLY SHIT DUDE&lt;br /&gt;
HAVE YOU NOT HEARD OF BUDDHA'S INESCAPABLE PALM? &lt;br /&gt;
HOW FUCKING STUPID ARE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;
and then buddha turns his hand into a mountain composed of a bunch of elements&lt;br /&gt;
and imprisons Wu K'ung under it for like several thousand years&lt;br /&gt;
with nothing to eat but iron pills&lt;br /&gt;
and nothing to drink but MOLTEN COPPER&lt;br /&gt;
until some sage decides he's suffered enough &lt;br /&gt;
and releases him and gives him a new name&lt;br /&gt;
and they go searching for the mythic scriptures of buddhism&lt;br /&gt;
but THAT is a story for another time&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so I think the moral of this story&lt;br /&gt;
is if you find yourself outmatched by a superior opponent&lt;br /&gt;
don't fuck around&lt;br /&gt;
call Buddha FIRST&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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the record shop was also an arcade&lt;br /&gt;
I found a record entitled "So-and-So's Waggish Tales"&lt;br /&gt;
and I am somewhat of a connoisseur of waggish tales&lt;br /&gt;
so I picked that shit up&lt;br /&gt;
and here is what I found:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So there's this kid Peter&lt;br /&gt;
he does not give a FUCK&lt;br /&gt;
he lives in this crazy wolf-infested forest&lt;br /&gt;
and decides that today is a good day to just go blithely walking around&lt;br /&gt;
all over the place&lt;br /&gt;
totally leaving his gate open and everything&lt;br /&gt;
and since the gate is open&lt;br /&gt;
his duck also busts out the house&lt;br /&gt;
like QUACK QUACK QUACK TIME FOR SOME BAD DECISIONS&lt;br /&gt;
and then the duck jumps in the pond&lt;br /&gt;
and runs up on some other kind of bird&lt;br /&gt;
and the two of them immediately throw down&lt;br /&gt;
the little bird is like BITCH &lt;br /&gt;
WHAT KIND OF BIRD ARE YOU IF YOU CAN'T EVEN FLY?&lt;br /&gt;
and the duck is like DOUBLEBITCH &lt;br /&gt;
WHAT KIND OF BIRD ARE YOU IF YOU CAN'T EVEN SWIM?&lt;br /&gt;
I'LL TELL YOU WHAT KIND&lt;br /&gt;
A VERY DRY BIRD&lt;br /&gt;
VERY&lt;br /&gt;
VERY&lt;br /&gt;
DRYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;
and while the two of them are busy arguing&lt;br /&gt;
a cat tries to roll up and pounce on the little bird&lt;br /&gt;
but peter is like HEY BIRD LOOK OUT&lt;br /&gt;
and the bird flies into a tree&lt;br /&gt;
and the duck swims into the middle of the pond&lt;br /&gt;
and the cat is left sitting at the bottom of the tree like hm&lt;br /&gt;
this basically sucks&lt;br /&gt;
and the bird is like HAHA TWATSHANKS LOOKS LIKE GRAVITY STRIKES AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so this goes on for a while &lt;br /&gt;
and then Peter is like shut the fuck up guys my grandpa is coming&lt;br /&gt;
and grandpa mcgee comes running out like PETER YOU WORTHLESS BARGE OF TITS&lt;br /&gt;
WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT BLITHELY WANDERING AROUND IN THE MEADOW?&lt;br /&gt;
THIS FOREST IS TEEMING WITH WOLVES&lt;br /&gt;
TEEMING WITH THEM&lt;br /&gt;
GET BACK INSIDE RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;
and peter is like pshaw&lt;br /&gt;
I ain't afraid of no wolves&lt;br /&gt;
but he goes inside anyway because he does not want to get smacked&lt;br /&gt;
leaving the birds to continue hiding from the cat&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but no sooner does peter go inside&lt;br /&gt;
then the wolf arrives&lt;br /&gt;
like hey guys there's a party in my stomach and you guys are invited&lt;br /&gt;
and everyone is like HELL NO WE KNOW ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS AT THOSE PARTIES&lt;br /&gt;
and the cat climbs the tree&lt;br /&gt;
the bird stays the hell away from the cat&lt;br /&gt;
and the duck apparently has an idiot fit and jumps OUT OF THE POND&lt;br /&gt;
and starts running from the wolf on spindly little duck legs&lt;br /&gt;
so he gets eaten&lt;br /&gt;
OBVIOUSLY&lt;br /&gt;
and then peter comes back outside like oh snap&lt;br /&gt;
time to be all courageous and whatnot&lt;br /&gt;
so he climbs to the top of this big stone wall he lives behind&lt;br /&gt;
and from there he hops into the tree&lt;br /&gt;
with a whole ton of rope&lt;br /&gt;
and he's like okay bird&lt;br /&gt;
now's your chance to not suck a whole lot&lt;br /&gt;
go down there and fly around the wolf's head til he gets dizzy and passes out&lt;br /&gt;
and the bird is like sure ok&lt;br /&gt;
so he goes down there and starts baffling that carnivore&lt;br /&gt;
and meanwhile peter fashions a noose out of the rope&lt;br /&gt;
but no&lt;br /&gt;
he doesn't do the rad thing and just straight hang that wolf right there&lt;br /&gt;
no instead he loops the noose around the wolf's tail&lt;br /&gt;
and hoists him up into the tree&lt;br /&gt;
predator style&lt;br /&gt;
and then some hunters come out of the woods&lt;br /&gt;
firing their weapons indiscriminately&lt;br /&gt;
and peter is like WHOA GUYS WHOA&lt;br /&gt;
first of all&lt;br /&gt;
there are people here that you are sort of shooting at&lt;br /&gt;
second of all&lt;br /&gt;
we can make WAY MORE MONEY by selling this wolf to the zoo&lt;br /&gt;
help me do that instead of doing your job&lt;br /&gt;
and the hunters are like uh ok&lt;br /&gt;
and then everyone takes the wolf to the zoo&lt;br /&gt;
including the grandfather &lt;br /&gt;
who is none too happy about any of this&lt;br /&gt;
because he is old and that is his job&lt;br /&gt;
oh and also apparently the wolf has a really faulty digestive tract&lt;br /&gt;
because the duck is still totally alive inside his stomach&lt;br /&gt;
quacking and causing a ruckus&lt;br /&gt;
but it's not like anyone cuts him out or anything&lt;br /&gt;
no&lt;br /&gt;
they just leave him in there to die&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so the moral of the story&lt;br /&gt;
is if you have someone in your life who is a constant danger/nuisance&lt;br /&gt;
don't kill them&lt;br /&gt;
killing is wrong&lt;br /&gt;
sell them to the zoo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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and also the sexy supple typing fingers of MEGAZORD "HOTT RADIATION" BURLESQUE&lt;br /&gt;
it is about workplace harassment&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
OKAY SO COYOTES&lt;br /&gt;
they are everywhere&lt;br /&gt;
and they eat your cats and shit in your gardens&lt;br /&gt;
no one likes coyotes&lt;br /&gt;
this is because when given the slightest opportunity&lt;br /&gt;
Coyotes pull shit like this:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so there's this place in Idaho or Montana or something and it has no moon&lt;br /&gt;
everyone hates it &lt;br /&gt;
because how are they supposed to have sexy late night disco parties?&lt;br /&gt;
electricity has not been invented yet my friends&lt;br /&gt;
this is what was once known as BAD TIMES FOR DISCO&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so everyone gets together and they're like fuck this&lt;br /&gt;
we need a MOON&lt;br /&gt;
then we can truly bone &lt;br /&gt;
ALL NIGHT LONG&lt;br /&gt;
without anyone hitting their face on the bedpost&lt;br /&gt;
and getting like a bloody nose or something&lt;br /&gt;
and then it's totally a turnoff for some people&lt;br /&gt;
SO WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?&lt;br /&gt;
okay, okay what do we have a lot of that we're not using?&lt;br /&gt;
oh I know&lt;br /&gt;
ANIMALS&lt;br /&gt;
HEY ANIMALS&lt;br /&gt;
and the animals are like yo hey&lt;br /&gt;
and the people are like HOW ABOUT ONE OF YOU CRAWLS UP THERE AND REFLECTS SUNLIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
AND THEN WE CAN TRULY BONE&lt;br /&gt;
ALL&lt;br /&gt;
NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
LONG&lt;br /&gt;
NOT YOU AND US&lt;br /&gt;
US AND EACH OTHER&lt;br /&gt;
WHAT ARE WE, FREAKS?&lt;br /&gt;
OKAY NOW GO UP IN THE SKY NOW&lt;br /&gt;
and fox&lt;br /&gt;
who is dumb and eager to please&lt;br /&gt;
is like OKAY GUYS I WILL BE THE BEST SUN&lt;br /&gt;
so he runs up into the sky&lt;br /&gt;
and he curls himself up into a ball&lt;br /&gt;
and he starts reflecting the FUCK out of that sun&lt;br /&gt;
but here's the problem my friends&lt;br /&gt;
fox is WAY TOO GOOD AT HIS JOB&lt;br /&gt;
it's like straight up daylight all over the place&lt;br /&gt;
everyone caught with their wangs out&lt;br /&gt;
totally embarrassed&lt;br /&gt;
and they're like hey fox&lt;br /&gt;
sorry buddy&lt;br /&gt;
but we need a little more mood lighting for this vigorous boning&lt;br /&gt;
gonna need you to step down from the sky&lt;br /&gt;
and fox is like aww okay&lt;br /&gt;
and then raven is like OH SNAP NOW'S MY CHANCE&lt;br /&gt;
NOTHING IS SEXIER&lt;br /&gt;
THAN BLACKLIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
so raven flies up there&lt;br /&gt;
and he balls himself up&lt;br /&gt;
but see&lt;br /&gt;
black is TERRIBLE for reflecting shit&lt;br /&gt;
and pretty soon everyone is banging their faces on bedposts again&lt;br /&gt;
and not in the good way&lt;br /&gt;
i'm sure there's a good way for that to happen&lt;br /&gt;
but so yeah everyone wipes the blood off their faces and sexparts&lt;br /&gt;
and they're like okay raven&lt;br /&gt;
I know we said we wanted someone to be less good at their job&lt;br /&gt;
but we did not mean for someone to come in and drive the failbus straight off a cliff&lt;br /&gt;
seriously dude this is no good&lt;br /&gt;
so raven slinks back down to earth all humiliated&lt;br /&gt;
cause at least fox only got fired for being GOOD at his job&lt;br /&gt;
and it is at this point that Coyote decides to make his move&lt;br /&gt;
he's like GUYS&lt;br /&gt;
LOOK AT ME&lt;br /&gt;
MY FUR IS EXACTLY THE RIGHT COLOR&lt;br /&gt;
THIS IS ONE JOB SITUATION&lt;br /&gt;
WHERE RACIAL PROFILING&lt;br /&gt;
IS TOTALLY OKAY&lt;br /&gt;
and everyone is like well we are uncomfortable with your rhetoric&lt;br /&gt;
but okay sure&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so coyote gets his ass up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;
and he curls into a ball&lt;br /&gt;
and it's perfect&lt;br /&gt;
it's great&lt;br /&gt;
everyone is boning up a storm&lt;br /&gt;
but not a literal storm&lt;br /&gt;
that would be bad and probably interrupt the boning&lt;br /&gt;
no this is a figurative storm&lt;br /&gt;
composed of gyrating pelvii and windmilling dangly bits&lt;br /&gt;
it's great&lt;br /&gt;
you should have been there&lt;br /&gt;
but then Coyote gets all bored&lt;br /&gt;
because as we have already established&lt;br /&gt;
this dude has some serious ADD&lt;br /&gt;
so he starts using his priveleged position up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;
to start snooping&lt;br /&gt;
he's all peeping in lasses' windows&lt;br /&gt;
like HEY&lt;br /&gt;
HEY EVERYONE&lt;br /&gt;
SUSAN JUST INVENTED THE SEXTUPLE TWANK TWISTER&lt;br /&gt;
COME LOOK&lt;br /&gt;
and everyone comes and looks &lt;br /&gt;
and susan doesn't even come at all &lt;br /&gt;
because a screaming moon is the biggest bonerkill&lt;br /&gt;
Coyote also uses his moon powers to prevent justified theft and cheat at cards&lt;br /&gt;
basically no one is happy about this&lt;br /&gt;
so they totally fire him&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but he's like HAHA&lt;br /&gt;
YOU CAN'T REALLY FIRE ME&lt;br /&gt;
I'M THE PERFECT COLOR&lt;br /&gt;
HOO-RAH&lt;br /&gt;
and everyone is like uh&lt;br /&gt;
there are pretty much a ho-jillion animals with the same color fur as you&lt;br /&gt;
case in point: rabbit&lt;br /&gt;
and rabbit is not such a fucking spaz either&lt;br /&gt;
get up there, rabbit&lt;br /&gt;
so rabbit gets up there&lt;br /&gt;
and ends up being pretty chill about the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;
FOREVER&lt;br /&gt;
and that is why coyote is always howling at the moon&lt;br /&gt;
he just cannot get over that stuff that happened that one time&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
SO THE MORAL OF THE STORY&lt;br /&gt;
is maybe we should consider firing the moon&lt;br /&gt;
cause I bet we have the technology&lt;br /&gt;
to genetically engineer a WAY BETTER MOON than some fucking rabbit&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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this semester is almost over&lt;br /&gt;
on the other hand&lt;br /&gt;
THIS SEMESTER NEVER FUCKING ENDS&lt;br /&gt;
so in the interest of going back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;
or work or whatever it is I have to do today&lt;br /&gt;
here's a short fable:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So there's this eagle&lt;br /&gt;
he's on top of the world&lt;br /&gt;
real fancydapper motherfucker we got going on here&lt;br /&gt;
why is it that these fables always start with an animal having a REALLY GOOD TIME&lt;br /&gt;
but by the end of the tale that is NO LONGER THE CASE?&lt;br /&gt;
could Aesop not be arsed to save up all the good times for a happy ending&lt;br /&gt;
I dunno&lt;br /&gt;
MAYBE ONE FUCKING TIME?&lt;br /&gt;
let me answer that for you:&lt;br /&gt;
nope&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
okay so this eagle&lt;br /&gt;
he's flying along&lt;br /&gt;
and then he gets pegged with an arrow&lt;br /&gt;
RIGHT IN THE FACE&lt;br /&gt;
so he's like oh fuck&lt;br /&gt;
this is the worst&lt;br /&gt;
this is way worse than what happened to that fox that one time&lt;br /&gt;
and then he falls out of the sky&lt;br /&gt;
and he breaks his everything on the ground&lt;br /&gt;
and as he's dying&lt;br /&gt;
he looks at the arrow&lt;br /&gt;
and he notices that the feathers on the end&lt;br /&gt;
are his OWN&lt;br /&gt;
DAMN&lt;br /&gt;
FEATHERS&lt;br /&gt;
WHOAH&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so the moral of the story is supposed to be something like&lt;br /&gt;
WE OFTEN GIVE OUR ENEMIES THE MEANS OF OUR OWN DESTRUCTION&lt;br /&gt;
but fuck that&lt;br /&gt;
how the hell are you gonna stop your feathers from coming out?&lt;br /&gt;
or if you're not a bird&lt;br /&gt;
what about hair?&lt;br /&gt;
what is going to stop some wiley hunter/voodoo master&lt;br /&gt;
from stealing all your hair&lt;br /&gt;
and using a combination of street smarts and witchcraft to stab you in the face?&lt;br /&gt;
NOTHING, that's what&lt;br /&gt;
except&lt;br /&gt;
not having hair&lt;br /&gt;
laser hair removal:&lt;br /&gt;
that is the REAL moral of the story.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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I can't believe I actually FORGOT to post a myth yesterday&lt;br /&gt;
that's happened like what&lt;br /&gt;
FOUR TIMES EVER?&lt;br /&gt;
balls&lt;br /&gt;
oh well&lt;br /&gt;
Tuesday's a shitty day anyway&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
WHICH REMINDS ME OF A LITTLE FABLE YOU MIGHT KNOW&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so there's this fox right&lt;br /&gt;
he thinks he's hot shit&lt;br /&gt;
all gallivanting around town&lt;br /&gt;
sexin' up hot ladyfoxes&lt;br /&gt;
evading rambunctious dudehounds&lt;br /&gt;
(not dudes who are prowling for other dudes&lt;br /&gt;
I mean actual hounds&lt;br /&gt;
who are of the male persuasion&lt;br /&gt;
don't read anything into that)&lt;br /&gt;
basically this fox is doing everything foxes are supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;
WITH PANACHE&lt;br /&gt;
until one day&lt;br /&gt;
he runs up on this tree full of grapes&lt;br /&gt;
I was unaware grapes grew on trees&lt;br /&gt;
I thought they grew on vines&lt;br /&gt;
but whatever&lt;br /&gt;
I guess the vines could have climbed the tree or something&lt;br /&gt;
seems like a lot of work for some vines though if you ask me&lt;br /&gt;
all the vines I know are super lazy&lt;br /&gt;
not that I'm generalizing or anything&lt;br /&gt;
I'm sure some of you know some very clean and industrious vines&lt;br /&gt;
BUT LOOK ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;
this super slick super sassy fox guy&lt;br /&gt;
is like HEY GRAPES&lt;br /&gt;
HOWSABOUT YOU AND ME HAVE A LITTLE RENDEZVOUS&lt;br /&gt;
IN MY STOMACH&lt;br /&gt;
wait wait I said that wrong&lt;br /&gt;
I do not mean to imply that I will be in my stomach to meet you&lt;br /&gt;
i mean that YOU will be in my stomach&lt;br /&gt;
and I will be on the outside&lt;br /&gt;
digesting you&lt;br /&gt;
that's how that works, right?&lt;br /&gt;
yes, ok&lt;br /&gt;
SO THE FOX STARTS TAKING RUNNING LEAPS AT THESE GRAPES&lt;br /&gt;
but the grapes are WAYYYY up there&lt;br /&gt;
because of these supernaturally industrious vines&lt;br /&gt;
so he is straight olympic-class failing all over the place&lt;br /&gt;
faceplanting so hard he is seeding ACTUAL FACEPLANTS&lt;br /&gt;
and finally he stops&lt;br /&gt;
and he wipes the blood off his face&lt;br /&gt;
and he's like fuck this&lt;br /&gt;
I bet those are sucky grapes anyway&lt;br /&gt;
I bet they suck real bad&lt;br /&gt;
and then he goes home and he doesn't talk about this to anybody&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so the moral of the story&lt;br /&gt;
is foxes shouldn't be vegetarians&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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but sometimes maybe I will do a thing&lt;br /&gt;
where I just write something that is not a myth and post in on saturday&lt;br /&gt;
or do SOMETHING&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know&lt;br /&gt;
but today I really just have something I need to get off my chest&lt;br /&gt;
it is about boats&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
guys I think the airplane metaphor for sex is way overplayed&lt;br /&gt;
wingman?&lt;br /&gt;
come on&lt;br /&gt;
where does a wingman even go&lt;br /&gt;
does he have to hold on to the wind of the supersonic jet that is your sexuality?&lt;br /&gt;
DOES NOT SOUND FUN&lt;br /&gt;
and you know what happens when you set yourself up with airplane imagery, right?&lt;br /&gt;
You get SHOT DOWN&lt;br /&gt;
and then you CRASH AND BURN&lt;br /&gt;
why would you take an already difficult and dangerous situation:&lt;br /&gt;
BONING&lt;br /&gt;
and staple it to basically the most highly dangerous form of transport&lt;br /&gt;
that you could POSSIBLY IMAGINE&lt;br /&gt;
might as well call your wingman your DYNOMITE TRAIN CONDUCTOR&lt;br /&gt;
or ELITE SPACESHIP JET FIGHTER ROBOT DROIDPAL&lt;br /&gt;
and I mean&lt;br /&gt;
while those both sound sweet&lt;br /&gt;
they do not leave you open to high probabilities of sexytimes&lt;br /&gt;
Piloting an elite spaceship jet fighter is HARD guys&lt;br /&gt;
and when it comes to sexytimes&lt;br /&gt;
the only thing that should be hard&lt;br /&gt;
is your PENIS&lt;br /&gt;
or someone else's penis depending on if you are a guy or a girl or a gay dude&lt;br /&gt;
or maybe SEVERAL PENISES if you're into that&lt;br /&gt;
or maybe no penises at all if you're into THAT&lt;br /&gt;
look I don't know&lt;br /&gt;
the common denominator is penises, though&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and see on the other hand, boats are great&lt;br /&gt;
boats are super sexy&lt;br /&gt;
they have naked chicks on the front of them sometimes&lt;br /&gt;
and they go on the ocean&lt;br /&gt;
which everyone knows moves in a manner similar to sex&lt;br /&gt;
see also: the sea is a harsh mistress&lt;br /&gt;
also&lt;br /&gt;
huge, throbbing masts&lt;br /&gt;
also&lt;br /&gt;
if you fall out of a boat YOU DON'T NEED A FUCKING PARACHUTE TO NOT DIE IMMEDIATELY&lt;br /&gt;
YOU NEED SOME WOOD&lt;br /&gt;
OR A SMALLER BOAT&lt;br /&gt;
OR BASICALLY JUST ANYTHING AT ALL THAT DOESN'T SINK&lt;br /&gt;
AND DID ANYONE CATCH THAT I JUST SAID WOOD?&lt;br /&gt;
COME ON GUYS&lt;br /&gt;
your chances are way better with boats is what i'm saying&lt;br /&gt;
plus, consider this:&lt;br /&gt;
the mile high club is old news&lt;br /&gt;
anyone can buy a plane ticket and get all steamy in a cramped bathroom&lt;br /&gt;
full of 1-ply toilet paper and broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;
but what about the TWENTY THOUSAND LEAGUES UNDER THE SEA CLUB&lt;br /&gt;
no i'm not talking about a club for people who have read that book&lt;br /&gt;
Shit, I never read that book&lt;br /&gt;
I spent the time I would have spent reading that book&lt;br /&gt;
getting laid in a SUBMARINE&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so as you guys may know&lt;br /&gt;
I have already suggested a number of helpful alternatives&lt;br /&gt;
to our current aerocentric set of sex metaphors&lt;br /&gt;
for starters, we can replace wingman with poon sextant&lt;br /&gt;
and for a handy feminine alternative&lt;br /&gt;
something that the current SEXIST AIRPLANE SYSTEM does not allow for&lt;br /&gt;
we get titcaptain&lt;br /&gt;
also titstrolabe&lt;br /&gt;
with me so far?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
okay, but see those are just the basics.&lt;br /&gt;
there's a whole lot of nautical instruments out there&lt;br /&gt;
and the more of them we sexualize&lt;br /&gt;
the larger our arsenal of sexy sea terms becomes&lt;br /&gt;
or should I say be-CUMS&lt;br /&gt;
no&lt;br /&gt;
okay so anyway&lt;br /&gt;
let's see&lt;br /&gt;
first we've got the terms that need no reworking&lt;br /&gt;
I'm talking about things like First Mate, Bulk Head, Poop deck&lt;br /&gt;
and I Like The Cut of Your Jib&lt;br /&gt;
but if we really want to make this work we've got to get creative&lt;br /&gt;
so for the discerning sexophile&lt;br /&gt;
looking to get "nauti" with some "seamen"&lt;br /&gt;
we've got the SpyglAss&lt;br /&gt;
the Main MAsst&lt;br /&gt;
the CutlAss&lt;br /&gt;
and the all-important CumpAss&lt;br /&gt;
or Cum-pass&lt;br /&gt;
although I don't know how many situations you're going to be in&lt;br /&gt;
where you really need to pass some cum around&lt;br /&gt;
maybe this goes hand in hand with that multiple penises thing I talked about earlier&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but guys&lt;br /&gt;
nautical sexy talk is more than just finding the word ass buried inside other words&lt;br /&gt;
(much like a pirate buries treasure on a secret island&lt;br /&gt;
or like an ass-pirate buries treasure in a secret ass)&lt;br /&gt;
nautical sexy talk is a LIFESTYLE&lt;br /&gt;
don't ask if they want to come back to your place&lt;br /&gt;
ask if they want to come back to the captain's quarters&lt;br /&gt;
or if you're feeling frisky&lt;br /&gt;
the captain's &lt;i&gt;hind&lt;/i&gt;quarters&lt;br /&gt;
Break the ice with "what's kraken?"&lt;br /&gt;
and when that doesn't work, bid them goodbye with a "sea you later."&lt;br /&gt;
Take the time to find out what you really WOULD do with a drunken sailor&lt;br /&gt;
THE POSSIBILITIES ARE AS VAST AS THE BOUNDLESS HORIZON OF THE OCEAN HERSELF&lt;br /&gt;
AND LIKE, SIX TIMES AS SEXY&lt;br /&gt;
but I'm tired now, and I figure I've given you plenty to work with&lt;br /&gt;
so arm the cannons and hoist those masts, mateys&lt;br /&gt;
WE'VE GOT A WHALE TO CATCH&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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that I apparently thought this story sucked the first time I read this book&lt;br /&gt;
either that or it is an indication&lt;br /&gt;
of how stupid past-me is&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
OKAY SO T'IEH-KUAI LI RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;
keep that name firmly in your mind&lt;br /&gt;
because I swear that's the only time I'm typing that&lt;br /&gt;
but anyway so this guy is a taoist immortal&lt;br /&gt;
he is already a taoist immortal BEFORE THIS STORY EVEN STARTS&lt;br /&gt;
he's super adept at longevity and spirit travel&lt;br /&gt;
which basically means he can shoot his ghost out of his body&lt;br /&gt;
and then make it do things&lt;br /&gt;
like get groceries and shit&lt;br /&gt;
it's a pretty cool trick and everyone is jealous&lt;br /&gt;
and it doesn't help that this guy is like SUPER HOT&lt;br /&gt;
because of the longevity and secret taoist herbs and stuff&lt;br /&gt;
and he's way proud of that&lt;br /&gt;
because I mean&lt;br /&gt;
why wouldn't he be?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So one day &lt;br /&gt;
all the taoist immortals get invited to a sweet party up in &lt;br /&gt;
uh&lt;br /&gt;
wherever the hell these dudes hang out&lt;br /&gt;
so this guy goes to his servant and he's like hey&lt;br /&gt;
dude&lt;br /&gt;
gonna shoot my ghost out of my body and into space &lt;br /&gt;
so i can go to a sweet party&lt;br /&gt;
hang out here and watch my body for a while, k?&lt;br /&gt;
just make sure it doesn't like &lt;br /&gt;
get eaten by wolves or anything&lt;br /&gt;
and uh&lt;br /&gt;
we immortals&lt;br /&gt;
we tend to party pretty hard&lt;br /&gt;
I mean&lt;br /&gt;
we're immortals&lt;br /&gt;
so if I'm not back in a week&lt;br /&gt;
just burn my corpse, ok&lt;br /&gt;
I'm probably so drunk it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;
and the servant is like SURE THING BOSS&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so this immortal dude goes ahead and vomits his soul up&lt;br /&gt;
and the servant sits there for DAYS&lt;br /&gt;
waiting for him to come back&lt;br /&gt;
shooing away pesky wolves&lt;br /&gt;
until the morning of the seventh day arrives&lt;br /&gt;
and a messenger shows up like HEY&lt;br /&gt;
SERVANT&lt;br /&gt;
YOUR MOM'S DYING&lt;br /&gt;
YOU SHOULD PROBABLY GO SAY WHAT'S UP&lt;br /&gt;
and the servant is like aw fuck&lt;br /&gt;
the week isn't technically over yet&lt;br /&gt;
but you know what&lt;br /&gt;
it's been seven days&lt;br /&gt;
fuck it&lt;br /&gt;
so he sets the corpse on fire and goes to say what's up to his dying mom&lt;br /&gt;
and like TEN MINUTES LATER the ghost shows up&lt;br /&gt;
and he sees his body on fire&lt;br /&gt;
and he's like AWWWWW FUCK&lt;br /&gt;
oh well&lt;br /&gt;
I guess sometimes &lt;br /&gt;
your body just catches on fire&lt;br /&gt;
what are you gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and that's a good question actually&lt;br /&gt;
because without a body&lt;br /&gt;
this dude is fucked&lt;br /&gt;
his ghost can't last forever&lt;br /&gt;
he still needs some flesh to roll around in&lt;br /&gt;
PLUS&lt;br /&gt;
he's super hung over and he could really go for a burrito&lt;br /&gt;
and ghosts don't have mouths&lt;br /&gt;
so he's floating around looking for a body &lt;br /&gt;
and he's getting pretty desperate&lt;br /&gt;
when FINALLY&lt;br /&gt;
he discovers a dead hobo&lt;br /&gt;
decaying by the roadside&lt;br /&gt;
and he's like aw man&lt;br /&gt;
do I have to&lt;br /&gt;
but burrito hunger is a powerful thing my friends&lt;br /&gt;
and he finally mans up and crawls inside the smelly hobo corpse&lt;br /&gt;
and that is how the most handsome of all the Taoist immortals&lt;br /&gt;
became a gross-ass hobo with a metal crutch&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
SO THE MORAL OF THE STORY&lt;br /&gt;
is don't hire servants with moms&lt;br /&gt;
or else one of these days&lt;br /&gt;
it is going to come down to a decision&lt;br /&gt;
between their mom&lt;br /&gt;
and setting your corpse on fire&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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I have time to read ten pages of middle fucking english&lt;br /&gt;
and bring you this:&lt;br /&gt;
enjoy&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Okay so first off, a little backstory&lt;br /&gt;
there's all these dudes and they are riding horses and shit&lt;br /&gt;
they are in england and they are trying to get to canterbury&lt;br /&gt;
cause that is where the party is at&lt;br /&gt;
or where the cathedral is at&lt;br /&gt;
or some kind of sacred statue at least&lt;br /&gt;
look WHATEVER&lt;br /&gt;
the point is there are a bunch of dudes and chicks on horses&lt;br /&gt;
and they get pretty bored because horses are slow&lt;br /&gt;
so this one guy&lt;br /&gt;
who is an inkeeper normally&lt;br /&gt;
is like GUYS&lt;br /&gt;
GUYS&lt;br /&gt;
making people less bored is what I DO&lt;br /&gt;
here's the plan:&lt;br /&gt;
we're gonna have a storytelling contest&lt;br /&gt;
and whoever tells the raddest story is going to get $$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;
so first up let's hear a story from THIS KNIGHT I FOUND&lt;br /&gt;
and the knight is like SHIT YEAH BITCHES&lt;br /&gt;
and he tells a story&lt;br /&gt;
and maybe I will tell you that story some time&lt;br /&gt;
because it is pretty good in its own (boring boring) way&lt;br /&gt;
but for now we've got bigger fish to fry&lt;br /&gt;
cause see&lt;br /&gt;
after the knight finishes telling his story&lt;br /&gt;
the innkeeper is like GREAT STORY BRO&lt;br /&gt;
MAN &lt;br /&gt;
I WAS MOVED TO TEARS&lt;br /&gt;
OKAY UP NEXT LET'S HEAR A STORY FROM THIS NOBLE MONK OVER HERE&lt;br /&gt;
but that's when shit goes haywire&lt;br /&gt;
cause there's this miller riding with them&lt;br /&gt;
and he is TRASHED&lt;br /&gt;
it's like 2PM and this guy is like falling off his horse&lt;br /&gt;
and he's like HEY&lt;br /&gt;
INKEEPER&lt;br /&gt;
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;
SEEMS TO ME &lt;br /&gt;
YOU'RE JUST PICKING ALL THE RICH FANCY POPULAR DUDES&lt;br /&gt;
TO TELL ALL THEIR RICH FANCY POPULAR TALES&lt;br /&gt;
AND I MAY BE DRUNK&lt;br /&gt;
BUT I'M SURE AS HELL NOT FANCY OR POPULAR&lt;br /&gt;
SO GATHER ROUND LADIES AND GENTLEMEN&lt;br /&gt;
LET ME TELL YOU A STORY&lt;br /&gt;
ABOUT BUTTS&lt;br /&gt;
and the Innkeeper is like whoa now&lt;br /&gt;
slow your roll there drunky mcdrunkenpants&lt;br /&gt;
and the Miller is like IF I'M SO DRUNK HOW COME YOU DON'T LOOK FUCKABLE YET&lt;br /&gt;
THERE ARE TWO POSSIBLE REASONS FOR THIS&lt;br /&gt;
REASON ONE: I'M NOT DRUNK &lt;br /&gt;
IN WHICH CASE YOU SHOULD LET ME TELL MY STORY&lt;br /&gt;
REASON TWO: YOU'RE JUST REAAAAAAALLY UGLY&lt;br /&gt;
AND NO ONE WANTS TO TAKE ORDERS FROM UGLY PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;
SO I SHOULD STILL TELL MY STORY&lt;br /&gt;
SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO&lt;br /&gt;
HERE IS MY STORY ABOUT BUTTS AND SEX AND CARPENTERS&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
now guys&lt;br /&gt;
before we begin this story&lt;br /&gt;
let me just remind you&lt;br /&gt;
that I am only a storyteller here&lt;br /&gt;
not even a full-on storyteller&lt;br /&gt;
a story RE-teller&lt;br /&gt;
so whatever the miller is about to say&lt;br /&gt;
it's totally not my responsibility&lt;br /&gt;
this is his drunk-ass talking&lt;br /&gt;
filtered through the horndog sensibilites of Geoffrey Chaucer&lt;br /&gt;
and I will not hear any complaints&lt;br /&gt;
or god help me I am turning this myth around and we are going home&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(I'm going to put this all in quotation marks so yall don't forget)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;Okay so there's this carpenter&lt;br /&gt;
his name is John&lt;br /&gt;
he's a big jerk and also dumb&lt;br /&gt;
also old and gross&lt;br /&gt;
but he runs a pretty sweet motel&lt;br /&gt;
and also he has a REALLY HOT WIFE&lt;br /&gt;
guys&lt;br /&gt;
GUYS&lt;br /&gt;
his wife is so hot&lt;br /&gt;
I would eat pudding off her ass&lt;br /&gt;
STRAIGHT UP I WOULD&lt;br /&gt;
DON'T TEST ME&lt;br /&gt;
FIND ME AN ASS I WOULDN'T EAT PUDDING OFF OF&lt;br /&gt;
AND I CAN ASSURE YOU&lt;br /&gt;
THAT ASS WILL HAVE NOTHING IN COMMON THE ASS OF THIS WOMAN IN THE STORY I AM TELLING&lt;br /&gt;
her name is Allison by the way&lt;br /&gt;
and she has a nasty habit of eyefucking the SHIT&lt;br /&gt;
out of every man, woman and child in the vicinity&lt;br /&gt;
and what the fuck is this old guy doing getting married to this fine piece of ass?&lt;br /&gt;
can you spell Gold-digger?&lt;br /&gt;
cause I can't&lt;br /&gt;
I'm way too drunk and I think I just pooped a little&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
SO ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;
there's also this dude living in the motel&lt;br /&gt;
his name is Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;
"Handy" Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;
"Handy" as in "Handy-man"&lt;br /&gt;
like the handy-men that are in all those pornos&lt;br /&gt;
he's a scholar&lt;br /&gt;
A SCHOLAR OF POON, THAT IS&lt;br /&gt;
but also a regular scholar&lt;br /&gt;
he's a pretty smart dude&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so ONE DAY&lt;br /&gt;
while John the carpenter is out buying wood or something&lt;br /&gt;
Handy Nicholas just walks right up to Allison&lt;br /&gt;
grabs her on the vag&lt;br /&gt;
and is like hey baby howsabout you and me conjugate sexwise&lt;br /&gt;
if you know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;
and Allison is like WAIT NO&lt;br /&gt;
I'VE GOT A HUSBAND OR SOMETHING&lt;br /&gt;
also I'm not entirely sure what you mean by conjugate sexwise&lt;br /&gt;
and Nicholas is like well that's all well and good&lt;br /&gt;
but I notice you have yet to remove my hand from your vagina&lt;br /&gt;
and Allison is like truuuuuuuue&lt;br /&gt;
then they bang&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but halfway through banging Allison is like WAIT&lt;br /&gt;
I STILL HAVE A HUSBAND OR SOMETHING&lt;br /&gt;
WHAT IF HE FINDS OUT&lt;br /&gt;
and Nicholas is like cool it baby&lt;br /&gt;
what kind of poon scholar would I be &lt;br /&gt;
if I couldn't outwit some dumbass carpenter?&lt;br /&gt;
look I have a plan&lt;br /&gt;
and step one of that plan&lt;br /&gt;
is for you to stop blueing my balls&lt;br /&gt;
and back that ass up &lt;br /&gt;
SEXWISE&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so when John gets home&lt;br /&gt;
he finds that Handsy Nicholas has locked himself in his own room&lt;br /&gt;
along with his Titstrolabe and his Poon Sextant&lt;br /&gt;
and proceeds to just sit in there&lt;br /&gt;
FOR DAYS&lt;br /&gt;
gawping at the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;
until John finally freaks the fuck out&lt;br /&gt;
because shit man&lt;br /&gt;
he doesn't want another dead body in his motel&lt;br /&gt;
so he has his house dude bust down the door&lt;br /&gt;
and then Nicholas is like JOHN&lt;br /&gt;
THANK GOD YOU'VE ARRIVED&lt;br /&gt;
I'VE HAD A VISION&lt;br /&gt;
A VISION&lt;br /&gt;
FROM GODDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;
but listen dude&lt;br /&gt;
you can't tell ANYONE ELSE about this vision&lt;br /&gt;
this is a you and me only vision&lt;br /&gt;
SO OKAY&lt;br /&gt;
VISION TIME&lt;br /&gt;
GET READY&lt;br /&gt;
alright so you've heard about Noah, right?&lt;br /&gt;
what if I told you&lt;br /&gt;
you were about to star in NOAH 2:&lt;br /&gt;
TURBO EDITION&lt;br /&gt;
and John is like holy shit YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;
and Nicholas is like okay guy&lt;br /&gt;
here's what I need you to do&lt;br /&gt;
I need you to go out and buy three feed tubs&lt;br /&gt;
like for feed&lt;br /&gt;
for animals&lt;br /&gt;
and I want you to hang them from your ceiling by ropes&lt;br /&gt;
and I want you to stuff them full of delicious food&lt;br /&gt;
and then you and me and your wife will lie in the feed tubs&lt;br /&gt;
and you have to lie as far away from your wife as possible&lt;br /&gt;
because god doesn't want your dick anywhere near her puddinglicious ass&lt;br /&gt;
during the storm, I mean&lt;br /&gt;
you can thwap all over that shit later &lt;br /&gt;
MAYBE&lt;br /&gt;
but anyway yeah&lt;br /&gt;
then get an axe so you can cut all the ropes when I give the signal&lt;br /&gt;
and we will all drop into the water&lt;br /&gt;
and float away to safety&lt;br /&gt;
and everyone else will DROWN and DIE&lt;br /&gt;
and then we'll all be floating on top of the water&lt;br /&gt;
and I'll be like HEY JOHN IT'S GREAT TO BE ALIVE, HUH?&lt;br /&gt;
and you'll be like HEY NICHOLAS&lt;br /&gt;
I CAN TOTALLY SEE YOUR FACE BECAUSE IT IS DAY TIME AND THIS PLAN IS FOOLPROOF&lt;br /&gt;
sound good?&lt;br /&gt;
and the Carpenter is like THAT SOUNDS GREAT AND ALSO TOTALLY BELIEVABLE&lt;br /&gt;
carpenters: SOOOOO DUMB AM I RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so John goes around and sets up all this dumb stuff that is super dumb&lt;br /&gt;
and then that night he and his wife and Nicholas all climb into the tubs&lt;br /&gt;
like GOODNIGHT GUYS&lt;br /&gt;
LET'S ALL PRAY BECAUSE THIS IS A REAL THING THAT IS HAPPENING&lt;br /&gt;
and then while John is praying&lt;br /&gt;
Allison and Nicholas climb out of the tubs&lt;br /&gt;
sneak inside&lt;br /&gt;
and FUUUUUUUUUCK&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but guys&lt;br /&gt;
guys&lt;br /&gt;
this is where it gets REALLY GREAT&lt;br /&gt;
cause there's this other scholar dude&lt;br /&gt;
his name is Absalon&lt;br /&gt;
and this asshole thinks he's SO DAMN PRETTY&lt;br /&gt;
you know the type&lt;br /&gt;
he's the guy with the van halen hair&lt;br /&gt;
and he plays guitar&lt;br /&gt;
and every time a religious holiday rolls around&lt;br /&gt;
he is the dude carrying the censer&lt;br /&gt;
which is a big mace full of incense&lt;br /&gt;
that he uses to go into hot chick's houses&lt;br /&gt;
and bathe them with sweet-smelling smoke&lt;br /&gt;
seriously&lt;br /&gt;
this guy had to join the church to come up with an excuse to fondle women&lt;br /&gt;
how fucked up is that?&lt;br /&gt;
also&lt;br /&gt;
he is CONSTANTLY going into bars&lt;br /&gt;
and playing his fucking guitar to try and get with the waitresses&lt;br /&gt;
and despite that&lt;br /&gt;
he's a real squeamish dude&lt;br /&gt;
who is TERRIFIED of farts&lt;br /&gt;
man I bet THAT won't come into play at all right?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but so obviously Absalon is hot on Allison&lt;br /&gt;
and when he hears a rumor circulating around town&lt;br /&gt;
that no one has seen John all day&lt;br /&gt;
(cause john is in his shed building his dumbass contraption)&lt;br /&gt;
and he's like SWEET&lt;br /&gt;
NOW'S MY CHANCE&lt;br /&gt;
so he waits til like 5AM&lt;br /&gt;
and he goes over to Allison's window&lt;br /&gt;
and he starts serenading the FUCK out of that window&lt;br /&gt;
and Allison goes over to the window like FUCK BALLS WHAT DO YOU WANT&lt;br /&gt;
and Absalon is like I WANT YOUR BODY ALL OVER MY BODY&lt;br /&gt;
and Allison is like EW NO&lt;br /&gt;
I DON'T WANT YOUR VAN-HALEN-LOOKIN' ASS ANYWHERE NEAR MY ASS&lt;br /&gt;
HAVE YOU EVEN SEEN MY ASS&lt;br /&gt;
PEOPLE HAVE OFFERED TO PAY ME MONEY&lt;br /&gt;
TO EAT PUDDING OFF OF IT&lt;br /&gt;
PUDDING, OK&lt;br /&gt;
and Absalon is like OKAY FINE&lt;br /&gt;
WELL CAN I AT LEAST GET A KISS?&lt;br /&gt;
and Allison is like WILL YOU GO THE FUCK HOME?&lt;br /&gt;
and Absalon is like OK SURE&lt;br /&gt;
so he busts out a ladder he brought specifically for this purpose&lt;br /&gt;
and he climbs up to the window&lt;br /&gt;
and it's really dark, you gotta understand&lt;br /&gt;
so he gets up there and he puckers his lips&lt;br /&gt;
and Allison proceeds to stick her ASS out the window&lt;br /&gt;
and Absalon starts making out with her pungent hole&lt;br /&gt;
and then he's like hey wait a second&lt;br /&gt;
women don't have ... beards&lt;br /&gt;
AW SHIT&lt;br /&gt;
and Allison is like TEE HEE&lt;br /&gt;
and then slams the window in his face&lt;br /&gt;
and goes back to banging Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so now Absalon is FURIOUS&lt;br /&gt;
like, real furious&lt;br /&gt;
this is dangerous&lt;br /&gt;
this is a dangerous game now&lt;br /&gt;
he's ready to KILL someone&lt;br /&gt;
or at least seriously maim them&lt;br /&gt;
cause see what he does&lt;br /&gt;
is he goes over to this blacksmith's place, right&lt;br /&gt;
and the blacksmith is like yo Absalon&lt;br /&gt;
what's your van-halen-lookin' ass doing in here at 5 o'clock in the damn morning?&lt;br /&gt;
and Absalon is like NO TIME TO EXPLAIN&lt;br /&gt;
LET ME BORROW YOUR RED HOT IRON REAL QUICK&lt;br /&gt;
and then he just grabs that shit and runs out of the store&lt;br /&gt;
and he goes back to Allison's window&lt;br /&gt;
and he's like HEY&lt;br /&gt;
HEY&lt;br /&gt;
OPEN THE FUCK UP&lt;br /&gt;
I BROUGHT YOU MY GRANDMA'S RING&lt;br /&gt;
I WILL TRADE IT WITH YOUR TAWDRY SELF IN EXCHANGE FOR MORE KISSES&lt;br /&gt;
and this time it's Nicholas who hears him&lt;br /&gt;
cause see he just got up to take a piss&lt;br /&gt;
so he makes his voice all high and he goes like COMING, HONEY&lt;br /&gt;
and he goes over to the window&lt;br /&gt;
and he sticks his narrow scholar ass out the window&lt;br /&gt;
and Absolon climbs all the way up there&lt;br /&gt;
and Nicholas rips the NASTIEST FUCKING FART&lt;br /&gt;
like BLURRRTTTTTTTTTTTTT&lt;br /&gt;
and Absolon is almost blown off the damn ladder&lt;br /&gt;
[THIS IS LITERATURE GUYS. THIS IS FUCKING LITERATURE]&lt;br /&gt;
but he's got his red hot iron ready this time&lt;br /&gt;
and he just jabs Handsy Nick right in his flapping asshole&lt;br /&gt;
and Nick's taint catches on fire&lt;br /&gt;
and he runs into the house like WATER&lt;br /&gt;
WATER&lt;br /&gt;
HOLY SHIT&lt;br /&gt;
WATER&lt;br /&gt;
and John&lt;br /&gt;
who is still in the shed waiting for judgement day&lt;br /&gt;
hears Nick yelling and is like WATER?&lt;br /&gt;
HOLY SHIT THE FLOOD HAS COME&lt;br /&gt;
and he takes the axe&lt;br /&gt;
and severs the ropes&lt;br /&gt;
and plummets to the floor and breaks his arm&lt;br /&gt;
and the whole town shows up&lt;br /&gt;
and Nicholas is like hey guys&lt;br /&gt;
look at dumbass John the Carpenter&lt;br /&gt;
he thought there was going to be some kind of biblical flood&lt;br /&gt;
he was trying to make me and his wife go along with it&lt;br /&gt;
but luckily we were too busy banging or WHO KNOWS WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED&lt;br /&gt;
and everyone makes fun of john forever&lt;br /&gt;
although I think he still stays married to Allison&lt;br /&gt;
so I don't know what Nicholas got out of this whole thing&lt;br /&gt;
other than a scorched asshole&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but uh, okay&lt;br /&gt;
so the moral of the story?&lt;br /&gt;
well the moral of the story is that hot chicks make terrible wives&lt;br /&gt;
and scholars make terrible friends&lt;br /&gt;
so maybe you're better off just being gay&lt;br /&gt;
because at least then it's not a TOTAL loss&lt;br /&gt;
if you find yourself making out with some dude's asshole at 5:00 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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they're in england and they hate it and I don't blame them&lt;br /&gt;
England sucks&lt;br /&gt;
happy america day assholes&lt;br /&gt;
So then they leave in some boats&lt;br /&gt;
and they go hit up amsterdam &lt;br /&gt;
because they hear that is where they grow the good weed&lt;br /&gt;
but then their kids start to do really terrible shit&lt;br /&gt;
like learn dutch&lt;br /&gt;
and maybe not be super christian all the time?&lt;br /&gt;
and no amount of good weed is worth that&lt;br /&gt;
so they get on some MORE boats&lt;br /&gt;
called the Mayflower and the Speedwell&lt;br /&gt;
and they sail to AMERICA&lt;br /&gt;
except apparently some smartass decided to name the speedwell ironically&lt;br /&gt;
and it is actually a slow as shit loserbarge&lt;br /&gt;
and it has to go home early and miss the america party&lt;br /&gt;
except it turns out that the america party is actually a really shitty party&lt;br /&gt;
because step one of the party is wait on a boat for FUCKING EVER&lt;br /&gt;
getting hungry and perpetually seasick&lt;br /&gt;
but at least someone has the good sense to poop out a baby&lt;br /&gt;
which they name OCEANUS&lt;br /&gt;
which is OBJECTIVELY RAD&lt;br /&gt;
but that is just about the only objectively rad thing in this whole story&lt;br /&gt;
because when they show up in America it is ULTRA WINTER&lt;br /&gt;
like if winter were to take steroids and then craft for itself a robot ice suit&lt;br /&gt;
and team up with mister freeze to spew catchphrases and ice beams &lt;br /&gt;
all over this damn country&lt;br /&gt;
and see they were kind of hoping to find some like&lt;br /&gt;
good wholesome christian white folks&lt;br /&gt;
in gated communities with supermarkets and bowling alleys&lt;br /&gt;
and instead they get SKULLFUCK RUTHLESS WINTER&lt;br /&gt;
ALL DAY&lt;br /&gt;
ALL THE TIME&lt;br /&gt;
ALSO ALL NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
and a ton of people die&lt;br /&gt;
because that's what winter is all about&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but some people survive the winter&lt;br /&gt;
including BRAVE CAPTAIN MILES STANDISH&lt;br /&gt;
and he goes out and finds him some Indians&lt;br /&gt;
because remember&lt;br /&gt;
everyone still thinks they're in india I guess?&lt;br /&gt;
and one of the indians is I guess named Squanto&lt;br /&gt;
and that indian teaches all the white dudes to plant CORN and BARLEY&lt;br /&gt;
and the white dudes are like THANK YOU KIND INDIAN&lt;br /&gt;
WE WILL DEFINITELY REMEMBER THIS SOLID YOU HAVE DONE US&lt;br /&gt;
AND PAY YOU BACK IN KIND FOREVER AND EVER&lt;br /&gt;
and then later all the crops sprout&lt;br /&gt;
and the white dudes go into the forest and shoot like A THOUSAND turkeys&lt;br /&gt;
also some deers&lt;br /&gt;
and then they cut them all open and invite EVERYBODY&lt;br /&gt;
and all the indians show up and bring crazy foreign shit to eat&lt;br /&gt;
and everyone is so super jazzed about all this food&lt;br /&gt;
that they do not stop partying for THREE DAYS&lt;br /&gt;
and there are NINETY DUDES&lt;br /&gt;
and HOLY CRAP THAT IS A PARTY&lt;br /&gt;
and then the party is over and the white dudes are like okay guys that was great&lt;br /&gt;
but we're totally killing you now &lt;br /&gt;
you know&lt;br /&gt;
for your land&lt;br /&gt;
and the indians are like haha joke's on you&lt;br /&gt;
you can't kill us if we DIE OF SMALLPOX FIRST&lt;br /&gt;
and then everyone decides to relive this momentous occasion yearly&lt;br /&gt;
on an arbitrary thursday&lt;br /&gt;
by producing more food than they can possibly consume&lt;br /&gt;
and then goading each other into eating it&lt;br /&gt;
also: Families!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so the moral of the story&lt;br /&gt;
is next time you wanna have a party&lt;br /&gt;
but you are worried that you do not have a good enough reason&lt;br /&gt;
maybe just&lt;br /&gt;
have a party&lt;br /&gt;
seriously&lt;br /&gt;
your reasoning can't be any worse than these pilgrim dudes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
THE END.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
this story has one of them&lt;br /&gt;
also one ant&lt;br /&gt;
also more ants&lt;br /&gt;
it is called&lt;br /&gt;
THE STORY OF THE GRASSHOPPER AND THE ANT(s)&lt;br /&gt;
(haha &lt;br /&gt;
i almost typed "asshopper and the grant"&lt;br /&gt;
hehe butts)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so anyway, this grasshopper&lt;br /&gt;
he's hopping the fuck out of some grass&lt;br /&gt;
but other than that he's pretty much being worthless&lt;br /&gt;
just hangin' around with his little grasshopper dick in his hands&lt;br /&gt;
doin' nothing&lt;br /&gt;
and meanwhile&lt;br /&gt;
here comes this ant&lt;br /&gt;
lugging a WHOLE ENTIRE EAR OF CORN&lt;br /&gt;
which is a lot of corn for such a tiny ant&lt;br /&gt;
and the grasshopper is like hey ant&lt;br /&gt;
where are you going with all that corn&lt;br /&gt;
it looks heavy&lt;br /&gt;
how about instead of that you come have a party with me&lt;br /&gt;
we can get fucked up and watch this grass grow&lt;br /&gt;
I have been hopping all over it all day and let me tell you my friend&lt;br /&gt;
this is some primo grass we got going on&lt;br /&gt;
and the ant is like dude&lt;br /&gt;
I ain't got time for that shit&lt;br /&gt;
I am hauling this corn back to antsville&lt;br /&gt;
where we will store it for winter&lt;br /&gt;
so that we can distill it into ant-ethanol&lt;br /&gt;
to power our ant cars&lt;br /&gt;
also for food&lt;br /&gt;
and the grasshopper is like BOOOOOOOO-RINNNNNGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;
dude that is so boring &lt;br /&gt;
I think i just had a snoregasm&lt;br /&gt;
HEYOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;
and then he goes to the liquor store and buys like nine 4locos&lt;br /&gt;
and wakes up with his face halfway through a hooker and it's winter now&lt;br /&gt;
and he's like HOLY SHIT&lt;br /&gt;
IT'S WINTER&lt;br /&gt;
WHERE AM I GOING TO GET FOOD&lt;br /&gt;
OH I KNOW&lt;br /&gt;
I'LL GO ASK MY BUDDY THE ANT&lt;br /&gt;
but when he gets to antsville &lt;br /&gt;
all the ants just roll up the windows of their ant cars as they drive by&lt;br /&gt;
and shake their smug little ant heads&lt;br /&gt;
and then the grasshopper dies and trees eat his frozen corpse&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So the moral of the story&lt;br /&gt;
is it may seem like a good idea to make industrious friends&lt;br /&gt;
so you can mooch off them later&lt;br /&gt;
but actually it is probably better to just make friends who are as lazy as you&lt;br /&gt;
because then when winter comes&lt;br /&gt;
maybe they will die first and you can eat them&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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straight out of AZTECLAND&lt;br /&gt;
which is not a real place anymore&lt;br /&gt;
because it got blown up by progress&lt;br /&gt;
progress and diseases&lt;br /&gt;
but anyway yeah it's about where the world comes from&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so I know what you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;
BUT OVID &lt;a href="http://bettermyths.blogspot.com/2010/04/switching-shit-up.html"&gt;WE ALREADY HEARD THE AZTEC CREATION MYTH LIKE A MILLION YEARS AGO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
first of all&lt;br /&gt;
none of you were alive a million years ago &lt;br /&gt;
second of all&lt;br /&gt;
that was the MAYAN creation myth so shut up&lt;br /&gt;
and third of all&lt;br /&gt;
this is basically like the PREQUEL to that creation myth&lt;br /&gt;
so it's like the creation myth&lt;br /&gt;
OF THE CREATION MYTH&lt;br /&gt;
OOHHHHH SHITTTTT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so basically there's this raging bisexual god  called Ometecuhtli/Omecihuatl&lt;br /&gt;
which i am looking forward to never typing again ever in my whole life&lt;br /&gt;
and what he/she does&lt;br /&gt;
is fuck the shit out of him/herself&lt;br /&gt;
and have four godbabies&lt;br /&gt;
one for each of the cardinal directions&lt;br /&gt;
Their names are really long and full of consonants&lt;br /&gt;
as you might expect&lt;br /&gt;
so the only one I'm gonna bother to name is Tezcatlipoca&lt;br /&gt;
LORD OF THE NIGHT SKY&lt;br /&gt;
because (SPOILER ALERT) he gets dismembered later&lt;br /&gt;
But so the gods get created &lt;br /&gt;
and they immediately start doing the one thing gods are good at&lt;br /&gt;
which is creating things&lt;br /&gt;
but see here's the problem:&lt;br /&gt;
one of the things they create is a limitless world crocodile called Cipactli&lt;br /&gt;
with mouths at every single joint of its motherfucking body&lt;br /&gt;
and this is basically the worst possible thing to have around&lt;br /&gt;
when you are trying to create other things&lt;br /&gt;
especially when you haven't actually made a place to put any of the stuff you made&lt;br /&gt;
so it all just falls into the ocean&lt;br /&gt;
where it is immediately devoured by A MILLION ANGRY CROCODILE MOUTHS&lt;br /&gt;
and I mean&lt;br /&gt;
I think we can all agree that this is pretty sweet&lt;br /&gt;
but like most totally sweet things&lt;br /&gt;
it is also EXTREMELY INEFFICIENT&lt;br /&gt;
so finally all the gods are just like fuck this&lt;br /&gt;
we're tearing this motherfucker UP&lt;br /&gt;
and luckily they are all already situated at the cardinal directions&lt;br /&gt;
so they each just grab a corner of this gatorbeast and START PULLIN'&lt;br /&gt;
but guys&lt;br /&gt;
I think you may recall&lt;br /&gt;
that this gatorbeast is MADE OF MOUTHS&lt;br /&gt;
and Tezcatlipoca's foot ends up inside of one of those&lt;br /&gt;
and then it gets eaten&lt;br /&gt;
and Tezcatlipoca is like ow fuck&lt;br /&gt;
but it's okay because then they rip that gator to shreds&lt;br /&gt;
and turn it into the world&lt;br /&gt;
yep&lt;br /&gt;
turns out the world is made up of balled up hateful crocodile mouths&lt;br /&gt;
which makes sense you see&lt;br /&gt;
because according to this myth&lt;br /&gt;
that is why the earth CONSTANTLY HUNGERS FOR BLOOD AND HEARTS&lt;br /&gt;
I didn't know that was a thing the earth did&lt;br /&gt;
but now that I know about the whole crocodile thing&lt;br /&gt;
I guess I can't see it any other way&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so then after that comes the part we already heard about&lt;br /&gt;
with the numerous worlds getting blown up and shit&lt;br /&gt;
and then after that a lot of other stuff happens&lt;br /&gt;
like dudes show up with fire and corn and other nonsense&lt;br /&gt;
and then finally they get bored and they make the sun&lt;br /&gt;
which is yet another huge mass of dangerous stuff&lt;br /&gt;
and it is so dangerous&lt;br /&gt;
that the only way to jump-start it&lt;br /&gt;
is for all the gods to MURDER THEMSELVES AND THROW THEIR BODIES INTO IT&lt;br /&gt;
so yeah&lt;br /&gt;
all the gods are dead&lt;br /&gt;
they got eaten by a pissed off sun&lt;br /&gt;
and guess what else, guys&lt;br /&gt;
it looks like the sun ALSO hungers insatiably for blood and hearts&lt;br /&gt;
so uh&lt;br /&gt;
I hope you guys brought blood and hearts?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so the moral of the story&lt;br /&gt;
is if your whole world is made of furious crocodiles and the sun is a vampire&lt;br /&gt;
maybe you need a new religion&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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but guess what&lt;br /&gt;
I party HARD&lt;br /&gt;
so it's still thursday in Ovidland&lt;br /&gt;
welcome to my world bitches&lt;br /&gt;
it is only slightly different from the world you are used to&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
anyway I owe today's myth to the deft suggestion of swashbucking demolitions expert&lt;br /&gt;
CARLOS Q EXPLOSIONS&lt;br /&gt;
(the Q is for QUEXPLOSIONS)&lt;br /&gt;
it is about proper hair care&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So Bluebeard right?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Turns out this dude is not a pirate at all&lt;br /&gt;
he's just a really ugly dude&lt;br /&gt;
who thinks he's punk rock just cause he put some dye in his beard&lt;br /&gt;
what's more&lt;br /&gt;
this guy SUCKS at being married&lt;br /&gt;
he's gone through seven wives like rolls of 1-ply toilet paper&lt;br /&gt;
by which i mean they all died&lt;br /&gt;
for no reason anyone can fathom&lt;br /&gt;
smallpox or hockey lung or the kissing virus or something&lt;br /&gt;
and now he's coming up on number 8&lt;br /&gt;
but see here's the problem:&lt;br /&gt;
he's real ugly&lt;br /&gt;
we already covered this&lt;br /&gt;
but bluebeard has developed a foolproof strategy for picking up chicks&lt;br /&gt;
it is called being wealthy&lt;br /&gt;
so what he does is he just picks some chicks he's into&lt;br /&gt;
and invites them to a crazy week-long coke party at his beach house&lt;br /&gt;
and at the end of that week he can just marry whoever the fuck he wants&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
SO HE DOES&lt;br /&gt;
he marries this one chick&lt;br /&gt;
and her sister gets to come live in the palace too&lt;br /&gt;
it's awesome&lt;br /&gt;
and what makes it even more awesome&lt;br /&gt;
is after like a week of honeymooning&lt;br /&gt;
bluebeard is just like hey baby I'm going out of town for a while on business&lt;br /&gt;
here are all the keys to every room in my house&lt;br /&gt;
also my money vault and my gold hovercraft&lt;br /&gt;
have a party&lt;br /&gt;
have a thousand parties&lt;br /&gt;
but WHATEVER YOU DO&lt;br /&gt;
don't use this key right here&lt;br /&gt;
see the one I'm pointing at?&lt;br /&gt;
this one&lt;br /&gt;
this one right here&lt;br /&gt;
don't use it to unlock the closet on the second floor in the ballroom&lt;br /&gt;
the one with the do not open sign and the picture of the angry skull and crossbones&lt;br /&gt;
got it?&lt;br /&gt;
great&lt;br /&gt;
so I'm just going to leave all those keys with you now &lt;br /&gt;
and nothing bad will happen at all&lt;br /&gt;
toodles&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so he leaves&lt;br /&gt;
and his wife indeed throws all the parties&lt;br /&gt;
she is chucking shindigs harder than a coke-addicted discus thrower&lt;br /&gt;
she is hurling hootenanies out of the goddamn windows so hard they shatter&lt;br /&gt;
and the razor sharp soiree shards cause the guests countless lacerations&lt;br /&gt;
but it's okay&lt;br /&gt;
because they are pretty much just bleeding pure alcohol at that point anyway&lt;br /&gt;
but the whole time that these parties are going down&lt;br /&gt;
this chick can't stop thinking about that fucking shitty door&lt;br /&gt;
and finally she's just like ok whatever&lt;br /&gt;
I'm pretty fucked up right now and I can't be held responsible for what i do&lt;br /&gt;
and I mean&lt;br /&gt;
he GAVE me the fucking key&lt;br /&gt;
what the hell did he think was going to happen&lt;br /&gt;
so she opens up the door and goes inside and OH FUCK WHAT IS THIS&lt;br /&gt;
i'll tell you what it is&lt;br /&gt;
it is all of bluebeard's DEAD EX-WIVES&lt;br /&gt;
HE MURDERED THEM AND PUT THEM IN A CLOSET&lt;br /&gt;
AND KEPT THEM THERE FOR YEARS PROBABLY&lt;br /&gt;
THEY MUST BE GETTING PRETTY RIPE BY NOW&lt;br /&gt;
NOT THAT IT MATTERS&lt;br /&gt;
BECAUSE REALLY THE MAIN PROBLEM IS JUST THAT HE HAS A CLOSET FULL OF MURDER&lt;br /&gt;
I DON'T CARE HOW MINTY FRESH YOUR MURDERCLOSET SMELLS&lt;br /&gt;
IT IS STILL A GODDAMN MURDERCLOSET&lt;br /&gt;
THESE ARE WORDS TO LIVE BY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so obviously this chick just flips the fuck out&lt;br /&gt;
and in true horror movie fashion&lt;br /&gt;
she proceeds to drop the whole ring of keys and get it all covered in blood&lt;br /&gt;
and then she picks it up and GUESS WHAT&lt;br /&gt;
IT TURNS OUT THE KEY TO THIS ROOM WAS ENCHANTED&lt;br /&gt;
SO THAT BLOOD WILL NEVER WASH OUT OF IT&lt;br /&gt;
and let me just say&lt;br /&gt;
that that is a TERRIBLE enchantment to put on the key to your bloodroom&lt;br /&gt;
but in this case it turns out to be pretty shrewd&lt;br /&gt;
because when Bluebeard gets home like a day later&lt;br /&gt;
he's like WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;
WHY IS THERE BLOOD ON MY KEY&lt;br /&gt;
DID YOU GO INTO THE BLOOD ROOM&lt;br /&gt;
I TOLD YOU NOT TO GO INTO THE BLOOD ROOM&lt;br /&gt;
NOW I HAVE TO PUT YOU IN THE BLOOD ROOM AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;
ONLY THIS TIME&lt;br /&gt;
WITH MORE BLOOD&lt;br /&gt;
and she's like no wait&lt;br /&gt;
you can totally kill me for real&lt;br /&gt;
but just give me like 10 minutes of not dying&lt;br /&gt;
trust me it totally won't backfire at all&lt;br /&gt;
and Bluebeard is like well alright&lt;br /&gt;
(PS I just mistyped Bluebeard as Bluebear and I think it is much better that way)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so she runs upstairs and finds her sister&lt;br /&gt;
and she's like hey sister&lt;br /&gt;
yo sister&lt;br /&gt;
and her sister is like yeah?&lt;br /&gt;
and she's like look out the window for me real quick&lt;br /&gt;
tell me if our bros are coming&lt;br /&gt;
I totally sent them an email yesterday about how my husband is gonna kill me&lt;br /&gt;
but I didn't get a response so I dunno what's up&lt;br /&gt;
and her sister is like nope&lt;br /&gt;
all I see is some grass&lt;br /&gt;
and some dust&lt;br /&gt;
and some OH WAIT&lt;br /&gt;
no, sorry, just some sheep&lt;br /&gt;
and then instead of coming up with some other plan for not dying&lt;br /&gt;
the lazy twank just keeps sitting there asking her sister about the window&lt;br /&gt;
until finally bluebeard is like ALRIGHT HONEY&lt;br /&gt;
TIME TO DIE&lt;br /&gt;
and she's like NO NO GIMME LIKE 5 MORE SECONDS&lt;br /&gt;
and Bluebeard is like LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;
MURDER DOES NOT HAVE A SNOOZE ALARM&lt;br /&gt;
and he's totally about to stab her face off&lt;br /&gt;
when all of a sudden her two radical bros bust down the door&lt;br /&gt;
they are a dragoon and like a space wizard or something&lt;br /&gt;
and they kill the hell out of bluebeard&lt;br /&gt;
and then his wife inherits all his stuff and uses it to buy a diamond horse&lt;br /&gt;
and also a husband for her sister and some sweet new wizard boots for her bros&lt;br /&gt;
so everyone is happy except for bluebeard&lt;br /&gt;
who is dead&lt;br /&gt;
but honestly I don't think that dude was ever happy&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So the moral of the story&lt;br /&gt;
is that marrying dangerous psychopaths&lt;br /&gt;
is a great way to get rich quick&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
no myth today guys&lt;br /&gt;
I am sorry I am so sorry&lt;br /&gt;
if you could see me you would see that I am throwing myself against my hardwood floor&lt;br /&gt;
rending my breast and smearing my face with ash&lt;br /&gt;
my excuse is that last night I played a game of my own invention&lt;br /&gt;
called let's see how long I can not sleep so I can finish this short story for class&lt;br /&gt;
the good news is I won the game&lt;br /&gt;
but that is not the only good news my friends&lt;br /&gt;
no no no&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
see recently I have been laughing my fucking ass off&lt;br /&gt;
because all these people have been being like DUDE YOU SHOULD WRITE A BOOK&lt;br /&gt;
I WOULD TOTALLY BUY THAT BOOK&lt;br /&gt;
and the whole time people have been yelling that at me&lt;br /&gt;
I have totally been negotiating a book deal &lt;br /&gt;
with the ladies and dudes over at Perigee Books&lt;br /&gt;
and right now I am holding the contract in my hands&lt;br /&gt;
well I mean not right now right now because I need my hands to type&lt;br /&gt;
but the contract is definitely nearby&lt;br /&gt;
sometimes I look at it and I lick my lips&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so here's how this is gonna go down&lt;br /&gt;
this book is gonna have approximately 75-80 of the choicest myths from this website,&lt;br /&gt;
digitaly remastered with my veteran typing fingers &lt;br /&gt;
plus like 25-30 brand new never before seen ultramyths&lt;br /&gt;
and also bonus content&lt;br /&gt;
in the form of a sweet funky index&lt;br /&gt;
Retellings of Joseph Campbell's "Hero with a Thousand Faces" and The Big Bang&lt;br /&gt;
and optimally rad illustrations by artiste extraordinaire Sarah Melville&lt;br /&gt;
who is the classy lady &lt;br /&gt;
who is responsible for anything on this website that doesn't look like utter shit&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but one more thing&lt;br /&gt;
and I guess this kind of qualifies as bad news&lt;br /&gt;
cause see in order to have time to make this book and still do grad school and shit&lt;br /&gt;
I am going to be TEMPORARILY going from 3 updates a week down to 2&lt;br /&gt;
instead of being Tuesday Thursday Saturday like normal&lt;br /&gt;
it is going to be just Tuesday/Thursday&lt;br /&gt;
(this week it will be thursday saturday though because I wussed out today)&lt;br /&gt;
I am very very tired and I need a little bit of a break&lt;br /&gt;
at least as much of a break as a guy can take &lt;br /&gt;
while writing a book and going to grad school&lt;br /&gt;
but I assure you, ladies and gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;
this new wussified schedule will NOT LAST BEYOND APRIL 2012&lt;br /&gt;
which is when the manuscript is due&lt;br /&gt;
and maybe less time than that depending on my progress on the book&lt;br /&gt;
anyway yeah that's what's up&lt;br /&gt;
I figured i should give you guys a heads up&lt;br /&gt;
so that you could reschedule your entire lives around my new update schedule&lt;br /&gt;
so uh&lt;br /&gt;
get on that&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
PS you guys are pretty much the best ever&lt;br /&gt;
getting emails from you and reading comments and all that&lt;br /&gt;
and really just knowing that this wacky bullshit I spew is getting read&lt;br /&gt;
is responsible for like 80% of my daily value of sunshine and unicorn smiles&lt;br /&gt;
so basically thank you for putting up with me&lt;br /&gt;
there will be more boners and swears on Thursday I promise&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Love,&lt;br /&gt;
Ovidius Publius Naso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767375679237982333-3359908652021776076?l=bettermyths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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goes out to the much-maligned sister&lt;br /&gt;
of notorious serial killer Kratos "The March Mangler" October&lt;br /&gt;
apparently said sister is having a birthday&lt;br /&gt;
and likes fucked up shit&lt;br /&gt;
so here is a story about the pharmaceutical industry&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so this story is about a lumberjack&lt;br /&gt;
his name is cuoi&lt;br /&gt;
which is not a super badass name for a lumberjack&lt;br /&gt;
but we will let it slide&lt;br /&gt;
because the first thing that happens in this story&lt;br /&gt;
is Cuoi is wandering through the woods&lt;br /&gt;
and he kills FOUR LIONS&lt;br /&gt;
FOUR&lt;br /&gt;
THIS IS THE KIND OF BEHAVIOR YOU COME TO EXPECT FROM LUMBERJACKS&lt;br /&gt;
oh shit wait they're actually just cubs&lt;br /&gt;
NEVERMIND&lt;br /&gt;
way to go pusspants mcgee&lt;br /&gt;
way to kill babies with an axe&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but Cuoi gets his comeuppance for this dickery&lt;br /&gt;
because suddenly HERE COMES MOMMA LION&lt;br /&gt;
like ROARR FUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;
and Cuoi runs his ass up a tree and hides&lt;br /&gt;
so momma lion gets bored and kind of pokes her childrens' corpses a little bit&lt;br /&gt;
doesn't seem too upset&lt;br /&gt;
and then goes over to some weird bush&lt;br /&gt;
chews it up&lt;br /&gt;
and vomits it into all her kids' mouths&lt;br /&gt;
AND THEY PROCEED TO COME BACK TO LIFE&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so Cuoi is up in his tree like SWEET WIGGITY WIZARDS&lt;br /&gt;
THAT MUST BE THE HERBAL TREE OF LIFE RESTORATION HEALING TREE&lt;br /&gt;
I'M RICH&lt;br /&gt;
and he waits for the momma lion to leave with her zombie kids&lt;br /&gt;
and then he jumps down and digs up the tree&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but on his way home he trips over some dude's dead body&lt;br /&gt;
and he's like oh snap&lt;br /&gt;
what a perfect opportunity to use this tree I stole&lt;br /&gt;
so he chews up some leaves and vomits them into the old guy's mouth&lt;br /&gt;
and then the old guy wakes up like SHIT YESSSSS&lt;br /&gt;
I HAD NOT LIVED NEEDLESSLY LONG ENOUGH&lt;br /&gt;
THANK YOU SIR YOU ARE PRETTY COOL&lt;br /&gt;
OH WHAT IS THIS IS IT THE HERBAL TREE OF LIFE HERBS RESTORATIVE LIFE LIFE HEALING?&lt;br /&gt;
DUDE YOU ARE A PRETTY LUCKY GUY&lt;br /&gt;
JUST MAKE SURE NOT TO WATER IT WITH DIRTY WATER&lt;br /&gt;
OR IT WILL BLAST OFF INTO SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE&lt;br /&gt;
and Cuoi is like okay crazy old dude&lt;br /&gt;
that sounds just about as reasonable as everything else&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so Cuoi gets home&lt;br /&gt;
plants his tree&lt;br /&gt;
waters it with crystal clear spring water&lt;br /&gt;
and becomes INSTANTLY FAMOUS&lt;br /&gt;
i mean he is a dude who owns a tree that is basically a big leafy wang&lt;br /&gt;
dangling in the face of death&lt;br /&gt;
repeatedly slapping death's nose and then jiggling a little&lt;br /&gt;
word is bound to get around&lt;br /&gt;
and things are going pretty well for Cuoi&lt;br /&gt;
he resurrects a dog&lt;br /&gt;
and boom&lt;br /&gt;
free dog&lt;br /&gt;
he resurrects a chick&lt;br /&gt;
and boom&lt;br /&gt;
free wife&lt;br /&gt;
Cuoi's circle of friends &lt;br /&gt;
is limited only by the number of bodies he can dig up at the local mortuary&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but then shit turns sour&lt;br /&gt;
and not in the way you are probably thinking&lt;br /&gt;
no, the world does not become overrun with old dudes who refuse to die&lt;br /&gt;
like in that Kurt Vonnegut story&lt;br /&gt;
where they all live in these tiny apartment complexes and I think eat each other&lt;br /&gt;
No instead what happens&lt;br /&gt;
is it turns out that that free wife Cuoi got hooked up with&lt;br /&gt;
actually already had a whole buttload of wealthy suitors&lt;br /&gt;
and they are a little miffed that Cuoi has suddenly stolen their prized booty&lt;br /&gt;
so what they do is they wait til Cuoi is out in the woods&lt;br /&gt;
and they all ambush his wife like HEY GURL WE GOT RICHES BUT WE ARE LACKING BITCHES&lt;br /&gt;
PERHAPS YOU COULD RECTIFY THIS DEFECIT&lt;br /&gt;
and Cuoi's wife is like ew no guys&lt;br /&gt;
go away&lt;br /&gt;
so they kill her&lt;br /&gt;
OBVIOUSLY&lt;br /&gt;
THAT IS WHAT YOU DO WHEN PEOPLE DON'T WANNA MARRY YOU&lt;br /&gt;
this kind of begs the question&lt;br /&gt;
in a world where anyone who dies can be immediately revived with tree shit&lt;br /&gt;
does murder suddenly become less of a thing?&lt;br /&gt;
is it the kind of thing where like&lt;br /&gt;
somebody beats you at chess&lt;br /&gt;
or gives you incorrect change at 7-11&lt;br /&gt;
and suddenly it is blood city and you are the mayor&lt;br /&gt;
yes&lt;br /&gt;
I think that is exactly what it's like&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but so anyway these dudes get done killing this chick and they're like oh shit&lt;br /&gt;
we just killed the wife of the guy who can RESURRECT PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;
we have effectively accomplished NOTHING AT ALL&lt;br /&gt;
but wait&lt;br /&gt;
what if we just sort of&lt;br /&gt;
sprinkle her intestines everywhere&lt;br /&gt;
make a scavenger hunt out of her internal organs&lt;br /&gt;
no way can she get revived without all those things&lt;br /&gt;
ULTIMATE SUCCESS&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so these jerks leave the wife's disembowelled body by the river&lt;br /&gt;
and they all go home&lt;br /&gt;
and then Cuoi shows up like oh hey my wife's dead&lt;br /&gt;
guess I better just revive WHERE THE FUCK ARE HER ORGANS&lt;br /&gt;
DAMMIT WOMAN WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT KEEPING YOUR ORGANS INSIDE YOUR BODY&lt;br /&gt;
THIS IS A DISASTER&lt;br /&gt;
but actually it's okay&lt;br /&gt;
because his dog is like hey Cuoi you should totally disembowel me&lt;br /&gt;
and use my crazy dog organs to revive your wife&lt;br /&gt;
except dogs can't talk&lt;br /&gt;
so really what the dog said was WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF&lt;br /&gt;
and Cuoi was like KILL YOU AND USE YOUR ORGANS YOU SAY? &lt;br /&gt;
DON'T MIND IF I DO&lt;br /&gt;
and then he cuts open his dog and stuffs its lungs inside his dead wife&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so then his wife comes back to life&lt;br /&gt;
apparently the tree cannot tell the difference between dog lungs and human lungs&lt;br /&gt;
and then Cuoi feels bad about the whole dog thing&lt;br /&gt;
so he makes some replacement dog lungs out of clay&lt;br /&gt;
and stuffs them in his dog&lt;br /&gt;
and APPARENTLY THAT WORKS&lt;br /&gt;
so now Cuoi is surrounded by a shambling charnel-house &lt;br /&gt;
that vaguely resembles his loved ones&lt;br /&gt;
and he's like SWEET&lt;br /&gt;
PROBLEM SOLVED FOREVER&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
except no&lt;br /&gt;
problem not solved at all&lt;br /&gt;
because it turns out that a chest full of dog lungs&lt;br /&gt;
makes you terminally unable to follow directions&lt;br /&gt;
case in point:&lt;br /&gt;
Cuoi keeps telling his wife that if she needs to take a piss&lt;br /&gt;
she should do it on the west side of the house&lt;br /&gt;
as far away from the magic tree as possible&lt;br /&gt;
the magic tree that is not supposed to be watered with dirty water&lt;br /&gt;
and which has resurrected this woman not once but TWO FUCKING TIMES&lt;br /&gt;
and what does she do?&lt;br /&gt;
she goes over to the east side of the house&lt;br /&gt;
pops a suat&lt;br /&gt;
and PISSES DIRECTLY ON THE HERBAL TREE OF TREE HERBS HEALTH HEALING RESURRECTION HERB&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so Cuoi is inside the house&lt;br /&gt;
doing whatever it is lumberjacks do when they're not jacking lumber&lt;br /&gt;
and suddenly there's this HUGE EARTHQUAKE&lt;br /&gt;
and he runs outside to find ALL HIS PLANTS BLASTING OFF INTO SPACE&lt;br /&gt;
and his wife is standing with her pants around her ankles looking FURIOUS&lt;br /&gt;
and Cuoi is like WOMAN I HAVE NO TIME FOR YOUR FURY I HAVE A TREE TO CATCH&lt;br /&gt;
and he runs up to the tree&lt;br /&gt;
which is just now exploding out of the garden&lt;br /&gt;
and he hooks his axe to it&lt;br /&gt;
and just flies STRAIGHT TO THE GODDAMN MOON&lt;br /&gt;
and I guess he's still there&lt;br /&gt;
you can see him if you squint&lt;br /&gt;
and apparently one leaf falls off that tree towards earth every year&lt;br /&gt;
but it always either gets burned up in the atmosphere or stolen by dolphins&lt;br /&gt;
because I sure as shit haven't seen any immortality leaves around lately&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so the moral of the story&lt;br /&gt;
is don't put a dog in your wife&lt;br /&gt;
or you wife will put you in the dog house&lt;br /&gt;
ha HA&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767375679237982333-8752226290777283347?l=bettermyths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
back in india land back in the day&lt;br /&gt;
there was this bigass demon called Mahish&lt;br /&gt;
he is a buffalo demon&lt;br /&gt;
which is apparently a pretty potent kind of demon&lt;br /&gt;
because he is invincible&lt;br /&gt;
and he has an army of like a million other demons&lt;br /&gt;
I had no idea&lt;br /&gt;
although I guess that explains why buffalo wings are SO GODDAMN delicious&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but so all the gods are pretty upset about this&lt;br /&gt;
because you gotta understand guys&lt;br /&gt;
demons are to the hindu gods&lt;br /&gt;
as giants are to the norse &lt;br /&gt;
they simply cannot abide all these demons up in here&lt;br /&gt;
it is like how you feel when you have ants in your house&lt;br /&gt;
except the ants are as big as you and they shoot fire out of their eyes&lt;br /&gt;
it is actually pretty easy to sympathize with these hindu gods&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but so like I said Mahish is impossible to kill&lt;br /&gt;
so the gods are like oh shit what do we do&lt;br /&gt;
and then Shiva is like whoa whoa whoa i have a great idea&lt;br /&gt;
how about we all put our heads together and beat this thing&lt;br /&gt;
and the other gods are like that's what we're doing already&lt;br /&gt;
and shiva is like no dude&lt;br /&gt;
like actually put our heads together&lt;br /&gt;
like cut our heads off and fucking glue them to each other&lt;br /&gt;
make a big boomerang out of heads&lt;br /&gt;
and just throw it at him and we can yell insults at the same time&lt;br /&gt;
and everyone is like okay&lt;br /&gt;
while that sounds like a great idea&lt;br /&gt;
maybe we should try to use parts of our bodies other than our heads&lt;br /&gt;
so what they do&lt;br /&gt;
is they take six of Vishnu's arms&lt;br /&gt;
glue them to two of Brahma's feet&lt;br /&gt;
and staple that octo-nonsense to SHIVA'S FACE&lt;br /&gt;
and the resulting Megazord of Ultimate Badassery&lt;br /&gt;
is named Durga&lt;br /&gt;
which means&lt;br /&gt;
INVINCIBLE&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so durga floats on down from space&lt;br /&gt;
or wherever it is that gods live&lt;br /&gt;
let's call it space&lt;br /&gt;
and she lands right in front of Bison Oshaugnessy&lt;br /&gt;
and his army of demon hipster chicks&lt;br /&gt;
and she's like hey Bison&lt;br /&gt;
what's good&lt;br /&gt;
you should take stock now of what is good&lt;br /&gt;
because soon&lt;br /&gt;
nothing will be good&lt;br /&gt;
nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;
and the Bison is like OH YEAH?&lt;br /&gt;
BITCH I AM INVINCIBLE&lt;br /&gt;
HAVEN'T YOU HEARD&lt;br /&gt;
I AM SO INVINCIBLE&lt;br /&gt;
THAT I WENT TO A COMEDY CLUB&lt;br /&gt;
TALKED FOR THIRTY MINUTES ABOUT MY CAT&lt;br /&gt;
AND I COULDN'T EVEN DIE ON STAGE&lt;br /&gt;
and durga is like uh&lt;br /&gt;
you keep tootin' your demon horn over there bison buddy&lt;br /&gt;
I'm gonna go grab a glass of milk and you can call me when you're done&lt;br /&gt;
oh are you done?&lt;br /&gt;
okay well uh&lt;br /&gt;
BITCH YOU CANNOT EVEN BEGIN TO ACTIVATE THE NEURONS &lt;br /&gt;
NECESSARY TO COMMUNICATE TO YOUR LEG-MUSCLES&lt;br /&gt;
THAT THEY MIGHT WANT TO CONSIDER&lt;br /&gt;
THE PREPARATORY STAGES&lt;br /&gt;
OF ATTEMPTING &lt;br /&gt;
TO STEP TO ME&lt;br /&gt;
OH LOOK AT YOU &lt;br /&gt;
ALL INVINCIBLE AND SHIT&lt;br /&gt;
SON WHILE YOU WERE BUSY APPENDING INVINCIBILITY TO YOURSELF AS A FUCKING ADJECTIVE&lt;br /&gt;
I WENT AHEAD AND MADE IT A PROPER NOUN&lt;br /&gt;
AND THEN USED IT AS MY &lt;br /&gt;
GOD &lt;br /&gt;
DAMN &lt;br /&gt;
NAME&lt;br /&gt;
WHAT NOW&lt;br /&gt;
COME ON&lt;br /&gt;
WHAT&lt;br /&gt;
and Mahish doesn't say shit&lt;br /&gt;
because just looking at all of durga's arms gave him an aneurism and he died&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so the moral of the story&lt;br /&gt;
is that two heads are better than one&lt;br /&gt;
especially when those two heads are welded to a whole bunch of pissed-off arms&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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and no&lt;br /&gt;
rapehazard is not the name of my new sludgecore speed metal band&lt;br /&gt;
it is the name of this post&lt;br /&gt;
because this post is about a rape hazard&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
okay so there's this dude Aesacus&lt;br /&gt;
he's kind of a hermit sort of&lt;br /&gt;
except his beard is not long enough&lt;br /&gt;
he is pretty young and his mom is a nymph&lt;br /&gt;
and also he is bros with Hector &lt;a href="http://bettermyths.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-kind-of-iliad-is-it-motherfucking.html"&gt;from the Iliad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
so he is not really very much like a hermit at all&lt;br /&gt;
more like a feral fairy forest dude&lt;br /&gt;
who hangs out in the forest all the time gettin' his lonely on&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but apparently this particular forest is a pretty hip spot&lt;br /&gt;
because lately Aesacus has been catching glimpses of this MECHA HOT-CHICK&lt;br /&gt;
named Hesperia&lt;br /&gt;
I thought this myth was going to have something to do &lt;br /&gt;
with &lt;a href="http://bettermyths.blogspot.com/2010/05/moment-you-have-all-been-waiting-for.html"&gt;the golden apples of the Hesperides&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but boy what I wrong&lt;br /&gt;
and if you thought that&lt;br /&gt;
you were also wrong&lt;br /&gt;
what &lt;br /&gt;
did you think you were special&lt;br /&gt;
did you think you got to just believe wrong things and have them not be wrong things?&lt;br /&gt;
just because it was you who believed them&lt;br /&gt;
and you live in some kind of magic fairy bullshit castle&lt;br /&gt;
where you can tell no lies and the prince shits candy rainbows from his truth pony?&lt;br /&gt;
think again asshole&lt;br /&gt;
or maybe actually don't think again&lt;br /&gt;
you might think more wrong things&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;
Aesacus catches perhaps one too many glimpses of Hesperia gettin' all bathey&lt;br /&gt;
which causes him to morph into TURBO RAPE BATTLE ACTION AESACUS&lt;br /&gt;
WITH EXTENDING PENIS&lt;br /&gt;
and he comes charging out of the underbrush like SEXXXXX PLEEEEEEASEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;
and Hesperia is like aw hell no&lt;br /&gt;
and starts running&lt;br /&gt;
and Aesacus starts chasing&lt;br /&gt;
and she's running and he's chasing and then OW&lt;br /&gt;
BAM&lt;br /&gt;
WHAT THE FUCK&lt;br /&gt;
SNAKES&lt;br /&gt;
and then Hesperia dies&lt;br /&gt;
and Aesacus is like oh nooooo&lt;br /&gt;
I am not kinky enough for necrophilia&lt;br /&gt;
the only way to salvage this &lt;br /&gt;
is if I die too&lt;br /&gt;
cause it's not necrophilia if you're both dead&lt;br /&gt;
so rather than finding another snake he jumps off the nearest cliff&lt;br /&gt;
but then on his way down one of them pesky sea nymphs named Tethys&lt;br /&gt;
is like aw hell no that's nasty&lt;br /&gt;
and she turns him into a seagull instead&lt;br /&gt;
and Aesacus is like FUCK&lt;br /&gt;
FUCK FUCK FUCK&lt;br /&gt;
and spends the rest of forever dive-bombing the ocean&lt;br /&gt;
trying as hard as he can to drown himself&lt;br /&gt;
so that's why seagulls are dumb in that particular way&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so the moral of the story&lt;br /&gt;
is when it comes to forest sex&lt;br /&gt;
always bring protection&lt;br /&gt;
and also antivenom&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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