Volpone
Zombie Hunter
In the increasingly unlikely case that someone demands I publish an autobiography, I want to call it "Failure is ALWAYS an Option." But, as I reread Genesis with an increasing blood alcohol level, I feel that if that title is taken, "Angels Don't Have Buttholes" would also be a fine title. I might need to do a bit of writing to explain where the fate of Sodom and Lot fits into my life. And I actually have no idea, but the idea of a rape mob forming up to sodomize a pair of angels is trippy as all fuck.
Because angels don't have buttholes.
Because angels don't have buttholes.