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Tom Noir Comments: I am SO sorry, Mrs. Goliath, I had no idea.
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That man is trying to birth Kamen Rider through his navel!
Damsel: I believe this is your thong…
Hunk: Do you blame me for wanting to be comfortable?
Man: Come on now, give me back my slingshot. And the rock.
Woman: No, not until you trade me for that battle-ax.
She’s saying, “Honey, can you hold my purse? It’s my turn to throw the magical rock.”
Is it me or is that a shadowy arm and hand reaching out from the swirling waters and headed to a naughty place? Lower left.
What would be the point of that? Subliminal stirring of the adolescent loin?
Well, worked on me, at least . . . .
This is the famous scene where the Etruscan witch races to reattach the warrior’s thong and scrotum before they both drown in the rising flood waters of the Tiber.
@BC: swirling waters? I thought they were knee-deep in candyfloss.
How the Etrusscans came to be named Etrusscans instead of Ebagofmagicbeanscans.
Aye, there’s a chill wind blowing through the Etruscans tonight, but they will insist on wearing those short skirts.
It’s why his nose is red.
Boris Vallejo’s motto must be “I never met a muscle I didn’t like”….
“This your thong?”
“Won’t fit my my schlong.”
From what I can tell a nice and accurate account of etruscan daily life.
I love the body language here. It looks like he’s trying to explain where he’s been all night, and she’s handing him his luggage as she’s kicking him out:
Him: Well it’s like this, see, there was this monster I had to pursue, and then there was this dungeon, and a cat-man I had to fight with a snake watching us, and then…
Her: I don’t want to hear it! You were out partying with your space-guitar-gun playing friends again! I’ve packed your thong and nippy flask, and you can just get out!
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