I was sitting at home watching Comedy Central on the tube, sipping a Coke and being bored out of my mind when the doorbell rang and changed my life forever. I thought it was going to be another "bicycle buddy" wanting to talk at me for a while, so I brought to mind all the rude things I could say to him. You know, the usual stuff, like "Can I fuck poultry in your religion?" or "I'd love to talk with you right now, but I was just about to shave my genitals. Would you like to watch?"
I opened the door and was rather startled at what I saw. Instead of short sleeves and pocket protectors, I saw a buxom woman with red and blonde hair wearing a white toga that conveniently left her right breast exposed. Quickly I thought up the most seductive line I had ever uttered when moments like this happen.
"Yes, can I help you?"
Clearly, a moment like this had never happened before.
"Look, we need to talk," she said as she shoved me aside and stepped into my home.
I stood there dumbstruck. A beautiful woman, thoughtfully showing me her right breast, was standing right in front of me. Damn, I thought, I must be one hell of a stud.
"You're as much of a stud as Bush is a diplomat," she said with a smile, reading my mind. "Now close the damn door, go get me a drink, and come back in here."
Without even asking I did as the woman commanded. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a Zima from the fridge. After cracking it open I went back into my living room, where I found her lounging on my sofa, leafing through a copy of National Geographic.
"Zima, huh?" she said, taking the drink from me and swallowing some of it down. "Tastes like zhit." She placed the bottle on the coffee table and motioned for me to sit next to her. I did.
"Ok, here's the deal. I'm Eris Discordia, the Greek Goddess of Chaos. All of the old Greek Gods and Goddesses are planning a reunion tour to be held sometime next year here on earth. Well, things have changed a bit since the last time we were here, and I was volunteered by the Goddesses to scout around and see what the males were like."
"Umβ¦" I said, most intellectually.
"Yeah?"
"What about the Gods?"
"They sent Hermes to check out some woman named Ru Paul."