He Told Me He Wouldn't Hurt... Charlie.

Leo Took Out A Pen And Autographed The Arm Of One Of The Nymphs. “narcissus Is A Loser! He’s So Weak, He Can’t Bench-press A Kleenex. He’s So Lame, When You Look Up Lame On Wikipedia, It’s Got A Picture Of Narcissus—only The Picture’s So Ugly, No One Ever Checks It Out.

You're Pretty Smug, Lord Ares, For A Guy Who Runs From Cupid Statues.

Back From When They Watched Black And White Tv And Hunted Dinosaurs.

Blowfish, Did You Say?" "ah, No. Blofis, Actually." "oh, I See," Poseidon Said. "a Shame. I Quite Like Blowfish.

Why Would Roman Gods Want To Date Chinese Canadians?