(From the party last night.)
Pretentious Philosophy Grad Student: Your god is a fag.
The Butcher: Which one?
Pretentious Philosophy Grad Student: Your god, the one you believe in.
The Butcher: Yeah, I heard you. Which one?
Pretentious Philosophy Grad Student (more exasperated): The god you believe in. Your god is a fag.
The Butcher: Whatever dude, if you’re not going to be more specific, I can’t talk to you.
(From Larrington’s translation of the Poetic Edda.)
Odin: You know, if I gave what I shouldn’t have given, victory to the faint-hearted, yet eight winters you were, beneath the earth, a woman milking cows, and there you bore children, and that I thought the hallmark of a pervert.
Loki: But you once practiced seid on Samsey, and you beat on the drum as witches do, in the likeness of a wizard you journeyed among mankind, and that I thought the hallmark of a pervert.
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