So I get out of the shower this morning, and to my surprise there is a Minotaur waiting to attack me. I grab the towel, toss it in front of its face, and land a full side kick to its chest.
It slams backward into the sink (insert “crack” of porcelain) and falls to the floor.
I stamped my foot with all my strength, heel onto its chest – as hard as I can right below the solar plexus. Done like dinner.
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I’ve heard that minotaur is a lot like venison – you have to flash fry it, or stew it for a really long time. Otherwise it’s really tough and chewy.
(p.s. I shall be down in London as your guitar man for WIW in May – looking forward to it!)
It was tough and chewy. I didn’t have time to research.
Always a privilege having you on guitar, Jess – I love your sounds, and it will be good to share a Guinness again.
that’s a lot of bull.
Bet you didn’t know that the Minotaur’s only predator in th wild is the giant speckled Haggis. That’s why there are none left in Scotland, the haggis wiped ‘em out.
what do you get when you put a Minotaur and a Haggis together?
A Hagotaur?
A McMinotaur?
A lot of haggis.
Or a lot of bull****.
Cause it’s my blog and that’s the way I want to write it.
now you are speaking my language … glad to see that you can still track with the lowly, dan. love ya! t
Amazing. You took it down with just a towel and the heel of your foot. The again, it was attacking you with nothing more than some horns and the element of surprise.
Reminds me of the time I was assaulted by the Krakken whilst taking a bath.
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