Hazel: "OK, it's no longer Roger; now it's 'Dennis', Fucko!"
public butter churn
One day, Hazel was shopping for some new underpants at Bob Bullet's House of Trousers...
Guachamole dip...why?
New friggin unnerpants!
Nothing caught her eye!
Blandco Y-front briefs--for your deal!
Until, tucked away in the far corner...
a roman facade, with pillars supporting a thingie that reads 'NERO UNDERPANTS'
She approached its odd Roman facadé with some trepidation...
Hazel: "Doric collumns, or Iambic? If only my art history professor were here now.."
But eventually, she went inside
the blackness of the unknown
just a coffee stain
& found...
Hera: "TAKE A TICKET, may it please you to do so!"
A GREEK DELI, RUN BY HERA, 2ND-IN-COMMAND OF OLYMPUS!
sensible slacks
old fashioned sandels
...who, for some reason, was wearing a headband with horns on it.
WTF?
Horsefly! I hate those!
OMG, what muscle tone in the tricep!
Hazel ordered a felafel...with a side of underpants
Hazel: "...and a side of un'erpants, yes."
It was a master stroke.
Hera: "You have won my heart--take me away from here, sweet weirdo!"
felafel lies, forgotten
forgotten pickeled beats
But Hazel was unsure...
Hazel: "Um, as a godess, wouldn't the sight of your glory kill me?"
Hera: "Hey, everything has pros & cons, Toots--"
forgotten humus
In the end, Hazel had to make a tough decision:
Hazel: "No tomatos on the felafel, please"
Also, she decided not to opt for a brief lifetime of potential sexual extacy & sudden death with Hera...
Hera: "Non-opportunity-seeking pissant..."
picture of the 1973 Celtics
But as Hazel ate her felafel & left a big tip, they came to friendly terms,
...& Hera gave Hazel a photo-copy of her vagina, as a going-away present.
WHIR WHIR