Steak & blowjob day.Cant wait to eat some meat
Steak & blowjob day.Cant wait to eat some meat
Pi day, but I prefer to celebrate it on the 22nd of July since it's 0.01 % more accurate.
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I prefer to celebrate on the 28th of June for Tau day.
Today I just mourn the eve of the Ides of March.
Last edited by Quarterquack; 03-15-2012 at 01:26 AM. Reason: I'm starting to rather enjoy the thematic upkeep of this Cicero persona.
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Well the Ides signify the end of an era for me. As much as I despised Caesar, his death and the rise of Anthony were really my undoing.
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Well you and your cronies shouldn't have stabbed him then! And look at what is going to happen now, 10 years of civil war nearly tearing the whole empire apart, huge losses of men on both sides before the second triumvir is finally ended and Octavian becomes emperor.
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I know I was using a euphemism or a metaphor, but you do acknowledge what my meaning was, right?
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Unless you were saying that Anthony and Caesar were two of the participants, death signifies flaccid sword, and undoing signifies bunghole reconstruction.
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Thou speaketh of conspiracy, treason
I am yet to be proven a conspirator, though
The massacre at the Theatre of Pompey,
Occureth two years too young for my participation.
Every time I'm reminded of Octavian's lineage,
My soul screams with jubilee flourishings
So that Rome may once more have the genius it deserves,
To close the temple doors once and for all.
Brilliant. I have to request the following, though. When you think of myself in compromising positions, can you smile to yourself? Make it a habit. It'll make me feel normal that at least one person out there will think my sex life is laughable.
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It's probably a combination of their acknowledgement of my success in the field relative to them, that discredits their opinions on my inhibitions* - something about being rock hard in a glass house - and fear that if I were to be double crossed, I'd just auspice an exile on them.
* - It is at this point that I must mention that I was voted Most Likely to Have Jessica Alba Ask For Sex From Him at my prom.
Of course, I'm wildly paraphrasing, and the original title had to do with jacking off to pictures of Jessica Rabbit. Or I was as fast as a rabbit when I came. Something.
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