hey guys can you help me find that old portrait of a girl holding a little painting of a naked dude and cracking up about it?? I want to say it’s by Rembrandt but that’s probably not right
It’s “Smiling Girl, a Courtesan, Holding an Obscene Image” by Gerard van Honthorst!!
Years ago, you promised your firstborn to a witch. Since then, despite your best efforts, you can’t seem to get laid. The witch is starting to get pretty pissed.
Y’all get together to discuss your options and she starts coaching you on how to get men because she doesn’t want to waste more magic on you without promise of payment. The more time you guys spend together the more you realize you have a bit of a crush on her. Soon you’re sabotaging your dates on purpose to see her again.
Long story short you fall in love and get married and do the sperm donor thing AND YOUR FIRSTBORN IS HERS BY DEFAULT and you live happily ever after. The end.
her son was a minotaur, half bull through and through,
and when her old husband, king Minos, found out,
he cried out aloud, “what the fuck’s this about?
I do not like this half-bull child!
I do not find him meek and mild!
He keeps on eating all my staff!
I think he does it for a laugh!”
The queen was upset by her son’s attitude,
for eating the servants was really quite rude,
and although she still thought that she’d be a good mother,
there still was a risk that he’d eat his own brother.
“I do not like this minotaur!
I’ve never heard of one before!
I do not want him any more!
Let’s build a maze beneath the floor!”
As Minos had asked for, a labyrinth was built
and the minotaur lived there, not stricken with guilt
for the people he ate were now sacrificed there,
and he dined on their flesh without any despair.
I offer my dick for your mouth and your ass And I do not care if you think that is crass. You tease and you mock me for being a bard, But you get weirded out when my words get you hard. Or you would, I suppose–but you both have limp dicks That even my thousand deep kisses can’t fix. But do not despair! I’m the picture of class– I’ll offer my dick for your mouth and your ass.
That is probably the best translation of Catullus 16 I’ve ever read
If a guy ever spreads a rumor that he slept with you, don’t deny it. One, because there will always be people who think it’s true, and two, because that dumbass boy just handed you the power to say anything you want about what he’s like in bed, and people will believe it. Say he bleats like a sheep when he orgasms. Say he put on pearl earrings and asked you to call him Daisy. Say he couldn’t get it up until he watched an old Billy Mays infomercial. The power is yours.