Asshole nuns sold dud beads. No honor among simonists.
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“We were received by that great merchant and studmaster Cuno in his Villa at Mar, which is only one of his estates but perhaps the grandest. Like other great men of our modern age he did not inherit his power, but instead elected to seize it himself through perseverance and great force of body and mind.”
The King’s mounted dragonslayer proxy did tower over the drones there, abandoned and incapacitated so very long ago by water and mud.
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Asshole nuns sold dud beads. No honor among simonists.
Got the bike today. ‘42 Monsun. Old piece-of-shit Reich bike. Magic powered, got some rosary beads from the convent down on Reagan that should get me as far as Tucson, maybe. The bastard broke down a couple of miles down the I-10. Pulled over and opened it up and spent two hours in the sun scraping forty years of caked resin from the altar chamber. Having fun.
From Wikipedia!