Chacun à son goût

Jörgen couldn't explain why watching cities burn gave him a hard-on.  All that he knew is that they did.

Behind closed doors

Sometimes Derek and Joey's cosplay got out of hand, but they always kept the cameras rolling.

Just say yes.

"I told you 3g was not enough," Morten croaked back to his friend, and then abandoned himself to the flight.

At least that's what they've been led to believe

Among the Albigensians, preparing the mud pit for the Wrasslin' Festival was a special honor.

I'll show myself out

"I want my baby back, baby back, baby back, baby back ribs, I want my baby back, baby back, baby back, baby back ribs, Chili's baby back ribs, barbecue sauce."

The irony of owls

"Hey, guys, wait up!" shouted Minerva.  "Artemis!  Hera!  You guys!"  

—or—

For all her fabled wisdom, Minerva could never figure out why she always lost the chariot races.

Life is all about choices

"Whatcha doin'?  Are you mending nets?  Is that what you're doing?  That's cool.  How'd you learn to do that even? Hey, you wanna go watch the sunset?"

No matter how lonely it got on the mountain, Spiridon mused, he shouldn't have wished that his goat could talk.

Another cunning idea goes pflui

Brother Krasomir found that with a few chin-ups on the palm tree, he could train a crow to stick potatoes on its fronds.  Oddly, though, no one else in the hermitage found this entertaining.

Meanwhile, in Bordeaux...

While life on the road was sometimes fun, Armel often reconsidered his career as a one-man carnival ride attraction.

An unfortunate oversight

In retrospect, scheduling the North American Furry Convention in the same venue as the Westminster Pit Bull Barn Hunt Trial was a mistake of tragic proportions.