Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Happy Valentine's Day From Barbaric Brawn
The auburn-haired stud leapt from his steed, got down on bended knee, and presented to the younger buck a single red rose.
"Farmer's Son," Kal said, even he not knowing the man's birth name, "will you do me the honor of becoming mine alone?"
I think you can guess what happened next. Needless to say, the two musclemen rolled around in the hay until The Farmer came back to discover that his son hadn't finished his chores.
Kal, like any shining knight, took full responsibility.
I apologize for weaving such a sappy yarn. Oh well -- it's only once a year!