Lily liked Greek mythology a lot. Her favorite character was the titaness Rhea. She loved the story about her outsmarting Cronus with a stone in order to get her children back. She loved it so much in fact, that for the sake or realism, she decided to eat some rocks too for the upcoming school play she took part in! But, very soon after going onto the stage, poor Lily started convulsing on the floor. It was a poor decision to eat the stones. She knew that. But at least, she could die a Rhea.
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I am so, so sorry. Please forgive me.
That made him the centaur for disease control
Elbow
It’s my Achilles Elbow.
It's true, I saw it today and they were suuuuuuper busy! The waiting room was packed, and every time the orderly would come out to call in another patient, the half-man-half-horse would get all excited; "is it my turn now? oh, pick me, pick me!" and all that jazz. Of course, every time it was actually someone else's turn; the Kraken, or the Minotaur, or the Chupacabra. Eventually it seemed to get on the Satyr's nerves, because he yelled over "pipe down, Mike, we're all sick of you needing to be the Centaur of attention!"
Dad: Well son, you broke through the trojan wall.
That's always been his Achilles Elbow
Dad- your thology?
Perhaps that's why they called him the hoarse Trojan.
It is my Achilles heel.
Oh, right. Satires.
I can give you a mini tour.
I prefer to keep things a bit Loki.
It was my Achilles’ elbow.
It's my Achilles Knee.
I told her my fiancee's family might not like the norse mythology theme
Dad: What class are you writing that essay for?
Me: Classical Mythology
Dad: Well you should just put a classic picture on your paper and if your prof asks why just say a picture is worth 1000 words!
(He had definitely planned this one)
So my younger brother was talking about his Latin class and how on Fridays his teacher has culture friday, or a lesson on Greek Mythology. He was talking about the myth he learned about last week when my dad replied with this...
Brother: "Last week we learned about syphilis and how he pushes the rock up the hill again and again."
Dad: "I think you mean sisyphus, syphilis was a Greek god but he was a real dick."
I laughed, my mom groaned, and my brother sat there confused. A successful family dinner if you ask me.
That has always been my Achilles’ elbow.
You could say he was the centaur for disease control
This made him the Centaur for Disease Control.
It's always been my Achilles elbow
...is my Achille’s knee.
