Started by Huggs, Jan 06, 2019, 05:32:54 AM
Quote from: Huggs on Jun 15, 2019, 07:36:11 PMYou know those big plastic swing seats that you put your legs through? The kind that were like a big rubber diaper?I hated those.
Quote from: TheSailingRabbit on Jun 15, 2019, 07:45:59 PMQuote from: Huggs on Jun 15, 2019, 07:36:11 PMYou know those big plastic swing seats that you put your legs through? The kind that were like a big rubber diaper?I hated those.Really? I remember liking those better than the other ones.
Quote from: The Old One on Jun 15, 2019, 07:50:22 PMAs with all her prior hakaishins, Cus held a spotty relationship with Ramu. She was the oldest of her siblings, and as such, had gone through many mortal students. After millions of years, their lives sometimes would barely register as a flicker of her eye. There was never any tension to speak of - her universe was always a laid back one. Perhaps that was the problem. All the same, it was this satisfaction that would lead Ramu to say nothing, in that first century, when Cus brought a mortal man home with her, in the dead of the night. She always had her men. Sometimes women. Usually men. Always young. Always screaming, in one fashion or another; ranging in variety in a single night. Should he say anything, he wondered? Did the god he replaced deal with this same issue? Is this what he had meant when he told him upon his induction, "Let her keep her pets, unless you want to shit scorpions for a year?" Or perhaps the strange, century year long absences followed by phone calls asking for "Granny Centipede" were another clue. Her duty as attendant was perfect, otherwise. It was best to say nothing. After all, what sign of mischief was there, really? What cause for alarm? The endless parade of slightly blue-skinned, sometimes white-haired children she might occasionally be seen teaching, raising and caring for, on some mortal world? Her so-called "spider god cave," where she sometimes would capture livestock in a vast steel web of her own invention, before balling them up into cocoons and siphoning their life forces into a nearby garden, whose fruits and vegetables she would sell for money she would then simply throw away? Or even the times she would tell him, "I love having sinful, carnal sexual relationships with mortal men, raising families with them without my father's knowledge or consent, and sometimes freaking them the f**k out with insects and shit. Hey, don't tell anyone, or your millions of years of life will become an eternity of hell?" No, these were nothing. Flimsy pretexts for pointless worries, in an otherwise perfect relationship with one of the cosmo's brightest angels.
Quote from: The Old One on Jun 15, 2019, 05:29:56 PMhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8_eFgvIvyik
Quote from: Huggs on Jun 17, 2019, 02:33:44 AMNeither did I. Honey cornbread sounds a bit nasty.
Quote from: TheSailingRabbit on Jun 17, 2019, 02:36:04 AMQuote from: Huggs on Jun 17, 2019, 02:33:44 AMNeither did I. Honey cornbread sounds a bit nasty.I'll bet Spunkmeyer secretly likes it. It's like putting something on vegetables to get your kid to eat them.