The Gazweasel Times

By gazweasel

Bloody gods

So, I'm walking around, minding my own business when, woomp, this bloody great shot put lands on the pavement. Apparently it's a gift from the gods (presumably from Olympia). Damned inconvenient, if you ask me. I'd have preferred some elixir of youth or immortality or just a cure for this bloody flu.

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