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July 19, 2009
Sir G.: girdle-wearing badass.
This feels like something the Green Knight would have listened to in order to get pumped up for an elective beheading. On his (green) in-helmet mp3 player. I suspect you'd have to choose your pre-decapitation music very carefully, since you'd want to get yourself psyched, but you wouldn't want to be so pumped up that you get wild and preemptively chop off the other person's noggin. Does it even matter though, if you're a magical knight and can just pick your shit up from the ground, dust it off, and ride away? This is the kind of thing I think about when I go for a long run, in a sort of exhaustion-delusion state.
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Posted by Kevin at July 19, 2009 08:36 PM