We Are Hot Chicks Wednesday: Horse Feathers
My late grandfather used to say, "Ah, horse feathers" when he wanted to call bulls**t on something. In the "Wizard of Oz," the gallant wizard said, "Now that's a horse of a different color." Horses are everywhere in Greek mythology, and in the old days, the mail was delivered by young horses, also known as ponies. You see where I'm going with this? No? Well, allow me to clue you in. This entire post is bulls**t. The words that will appear below the images beyond the jump are about as believable as houses landing on witches, heartless tin men, and brainless scarecrows. Greek mythology tells us many a story, which is completely in line with the previous sentence. And lastly, I'm mailing this one in from the speedy HoG headquarters.
Countless laborious minutes were spent in compiling this edition of WAHCW.
The images you see come courtesy of phun.org, a NSFW link I would not click on
if I sat in some unfriendly confines.
Those would include work, or the same room your wife or girlfriend is sitting in.
Phun.org pilfered them from gwool.com, which stands for Greek Women Online.
Pretty catchy, huh?
I have no idea what, if anything, phun stands for.
I do know that they labeled these ladies Greek Goddesses,
and though I did zero research, I have yet to come across any name
like Circe, or Artemis, or Hera, or Persephone.
And that's fine. They can be goddesses in some other, heretofor unmentioned way,
like being scarcely clothed, or even better,
covered with only hands and walls and whatnot.
I suppose they can also be goddesses by virtue of the fact that they resemble power.
I'm not even really interested in what the power is, so long as the gazes and stares
leave me feeling equally (or even slightly less) powerful.
Either way, I've come to the conclusion that I like me some Greek Goddess,
which is not to be confused with Green Goddess because that goes really well with 
salads. I mean you can have a Greek Goddess toss your salad for you I suppose,
but that would certainly make you a bigger man than I.
Like having Greek Goddesses toss your salad with Green Goddess?
You are one sick puppy, my friend.
I just hope for your sake that extra-crunchy croutons are not involved.
That only translates to higher calories,
and by "higher calories," I mean something entirely different.
Hey look: Lyndsay Marie. How'd she get in here? Must be her dressing. What a goddess.
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