And, of course, alcohol-fueled gay, gay sex. Thank god for tradition, I say.

Everybody say, Amen. Of course, I can't exactly give thanks, but I can put it on my wishlist.

Damn you, you've made me think positive thoughts regarding Vin Diesel and Paul Walker. Hell has indeed frozen over, and pigs are winging across its arctic expanse. And you've sucked me into Stargate fandom (or at least astolat's corner thereof). You are the High Priest of Smut, and I grovel unworthily at your feet.