Maid Marion decided that she was not a liberated

Maid Marion decided that she was not a liberated woman after all. In fact, the recent feminist dialogue had deprived her of the choice of being a stay at home mom. So she went

Personally I always envisioned piles of decapitated corpses with glass sticking into their necks at odd angles when I heard that phrase... but then I've always had a very disturbed

fantasy in which I relieve priests of their heads and tossed their bodies through stained glass windows. I must've been struggling to separate fantasy from reality because

I arrived at the bus wearing bear-skin breeches and carrying a battle axe. I had to tell the firm I would be late as I rushed back home to change. My barbarian split-personality

kicks total ass. I showed up at the office swinging my axe at every neck in sight, stopping only to piss on a desk or eat a coworker. Valhalla will

wait cos my Viking rage wasn't the tiniest bit slaked in Credit Control. Only when my bezerker lust has been assuaged in Human Resourses will the top floor carpet be drowned in blo

nde hair - after I shed my Viking coat - and then in blood. Next I'll sharpen my axe on Mergers and Acquisitions so they have to rename it Murders and Executions, håhåhå! Then I ca

n rune my enemies...I shall go berserk on ALL of them! This new kind of Viking warfare is what ultimately conquered western civilization. It took me longer than I had anticipated,

but I could finally put my hair in those long braids. My Viking costume was complete. Now I only had 32 days left until Halloween. People looked at me funny, but I dont care. ODIN!