bade him unleash his Gunderrific might upon the advancing foe
Calvary charged from the right flank, a line
Stygia, covered the distance quickly. Conan laughed and
waved his sword in their general direction. " Come and die
brandished her sword, her taut muscles rippling as she prepared
"Crom!" Conan swore, looking at his flame-haired companion. "This
that created the evil rubber appendage you're jiggling at me!"
seized her, and drank furious kisses from her panting mouth.
Then she grew tired of his disgusting slobbers, and said,
"I am high-born Zingaran, such folk place high value on virginity."
the vast approaching host seem even less of a concern
since they don't equal even half your previous lovers you
Echidna! You Lamashtu! You Mother of Monsters!"
For Conan himself
had just gotten the Pathfinder Chronicles: Gazeteer and he was
wondering which iconics Sonja had birthed, or bedded (or both).
"Demon Dogs!" Conan swore, totally forgetting he was not Thundarr
the nearest assassin that came within reach of
his jiggling black rubber dingus. "Dog! Pervert!" cried his bearded
kept her abberant facial hair tied up lest it tangle
go down well with his Hells Brothers Stygian coffee blend
was Thoth Amon's favorite after a sexless night of watching TV.
He loved "Lost," because he didn't believe in the future
and if he got confused he could cast
protection from nutrition on himself by accident, resulting in a
feeling of being a loser again. Damn TV,
setting a mirror at his feet to see
what color evil wizard slippers his minions had put on
minions with slippers on their hands looked very silly and
he couldn't help booting them in the head - it was
sad that an evil wizard should be saddled with such
he could teach him to be a real man.