They had a formal practice for killing people who disagreed.
While I’m ruining peoples’ days.
Turns out you can’t run a fertility cult full of homosex.
Or a warrior tribe with male-on-male rape.
You’re drunk, likely high, you’re surrounded by wood.
You need to trust your anus is safe.
“Brothers” don’t fuck each other, metaphorically and literally.
If a guy enjoys his drinking horn a little too much….
Watch the stars, don’t look at the chocolate starfish, kids.
It senses fear.