Valhalla was in a shambles as Thor walked the halls at sunrise. The marble floors were sticky underfoot with what Thor could only hope was just congealed ale. Tapestries were torn down, windows broken and furniture overturned, tankards and crockery smashed, unconscious party-goers strewn everywhere amid the wreckage, in various but mostly complete states of undress.
It had been a good orgy, and for the sheer joy of it Thor tossed back his head and roared out for all the Earth to hear: "I'm Thor!"
From under a tangled pile of limbs an awakened party girl poked her head out and blinked blearily in the light of dawn. Focusing on Thor, she rasped out, "You're thore? I'm tho thore I can hardly pith!"
(I vaguely recall this as a Playboy Party Joke from the '60s. Maybe.)
The morning after a night in Valhalla
The whole thread (40 posts)
- Are you an asker...or a doer?
- My only possible answer based on the question, as it is posed
- So you're asking first, and explaining later?
- Well well..
- Like any other frail human who is a responsible member of a civilized society...
- The question makes no sense to me. n/t
- I think you need a few more specifics.
- Journalist: Are you mod...or a rocker?