The 1001 Nights has some entertaining libel about the sanctity of the shit of the christian patriarchs somewhere...
"Tomorrow," said King Afridun, "I have resolved to draw up in battle array and to send out against them that redoubtable cavalier, Luka bin Shamlut; for if King Sharrkan come forth as a champion to fight single handed, our man will slay him and will slay the other Moslem Knights, till not one is left. And I purpose this night to sacre you all with the Holy Incense." When the Emirs heard these words they kissed the ground before him. Now the incense which he designated was the excrement of the Chief Patriarch, the denier, the defiler of the Truth, and they sought for it with such instance, and they so highly valued it that the high priests of the Greeks used to send it to all the countries of the Christians in silken wraps after mixing it with musk and ambergris. Hearing of it Kings would pay a thousand gold pieces for every dram and they sent for and sought it to fumigate brides withal; and the Chief Priests and the great Kings were wont to use a little of it as collyrium for the eyes and as a remedy in sickness and colic; and the Patriarchs used to mix their own skite with it, for that the skite of the Chief Patriarch could not suffice for ten countries. So, as soon as dawn was seen and the morning shone with its shine and sheen, the horsemen ran to their spears full keen, and King Afridun ... And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.
It's been awhile since I watched DOOL on any sort of regular basis...but I actually happened to catch a couple of these product placement scenes. Soaps are cheesy enough as is, and I say this lovingly, like a mother who has to love her dumb, ugly kids...but--oof--those scenes were painful.
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GOATSE.
I hope Holy Crap lands a product-placement deal with General Hospital.
I miss Morgan's, 30 Days series.
I would watch General Hospital if they worked in Holy Crap.
I will also be working SMcG's 3B's comment into my next painting class... he will get product placement. I'm not fully sure how... but he will.
wv: muttless
No, I am not.
You know what will happen if someone eats all the Cheerios?
Even w/o cable, I have not yet started watching soaps.
And I'm sad to see that y'all at the top of the world don't seem to have any soaps of your own, beyond some Francophone stuff that's over now.
You know what will happen if someone eats all the Cheerios?
They're all gone, so we will have to go get some more at Wal-Mart, where you can Save Money and Live Better.
I'm going to drive down there in my Dodge Neon, it's a safe and dependable car that's also a little crazy!
I see the competition for Big Cereal's advertising bucks is fierce.
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I recall having the Holy Crap discussion a coupla years ago.
The 1001 Nights has some entertaining libel about the sanctity of the shit of the christian patriarchs somewhere...
"Tomorrow," said King Afridun, "I have resolved to draw up in battle array and to send out against them that redoubtable cavalier, Luka bin Shamlut; for if King Sharrkan come forth as a champion to fight single handed, our man will slay him and will slay the other Moslem Knights, till not one is left. And I purpose this night to sacre you all with the Holy Incense." When the Emirs heard these words they kissed the ground before him. Now the incense which he designated was the excrement of the Chief Patriarch, the denier, the defiler of the Truth, and they sought for it with such instance, and they so highly valued it that the high priests of the Greeks used to send it to all the countries of the Christians in silken wraps after mixing it with musk and ambergris. Hearing of it Kings would pay a thousand gold pieces for every dram and they sent for and sought it to fumigate brides withal; and the Chief Priests and the great Kings were wont to use a little of it as collyrium for the eyes and as a remedy in sickness and colic; and the Patriarchs used to mix their own skite with it, for that the skite of the Chief Patriarch could not suffice for ten countries. So, as soon as dawn was seen and the morning shone with its shine and sheen, the horsemen ran to their spears full keen, and King Afridun ... And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.
So the "Patriarch's Poop" story is one of those recurring libels to be levelled against any weird threatening religion? I did not know that!
If memory serves, it doesn't appear in "Europe's Inner Demons".
Two Kings, One Cup?
My Name is Luka (bin Shamlut)
I have come to slay teh moors,,,
I will also be working SMcG's 3B's comment into my next painting class...
Sort of recycled, that one.
fumigate brides withal
"I don't care if you're king, I am not having my withal fumigated."
It's been awhile since I watched DOOL on any sort of regular basis...but I actually happened to catch a couple of these product placement scenes. Soaps are cheesy enough as is, and I say this lovingly, like a mother who has to love her dumb, ugly kids...but--oof--those scenes were painful.
I to strenuously object to the characterization of "dumb"...but I'm guessing the "ugly" is right. Come on--you're a zombie! Dur!
W/v is "daingler". Make your own jokes; I'm too tired to.
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