My buddy Mad Mike * has a book store. Everyone who knows him, which is quite a few, call this place Mad Mikes Book Store. Mad Mike is a pretty mellow guy; he is not filled with rage, as so many mercenaries are. He likes a big dinner, beer, and women in latex catsuits. But then I mentioned Margaret Atwood *, and his face contorted in rage, like a free born British yeoman being told about Ship Money *.
Showing posts with label Set the Snake God. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Set the Snake God. Show all posts
Saturday, March 9, 2013
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Feeding Set, the Snake God by Proxy
Eating has a special place in the spiritual realm of followers of Set, the Snake God. Why not add something special to dog treat time and write the name of someone in need of spiritual uplifting through the mystical process of digestion upon a dog treat. Feed your problems to the wolf.
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