Good grief, I have the same taste in home decor as Saddam.
"The doors of the town house opened to reveal a playboy's fantasy straight from the 1960s: mirrored bedroom, lamps shaped like women, airbrushed paintings of a topless blonde woman and a mustached hero battling a crocodile."
...well, except for the lamps and I'm not into mustached heros or ruling a country.
Cerebus: Barbarian, Prime Minister, Pope, Perfect House Guest.
"Graft is as necessary as throwing up when you drink too much."
Wow, he's cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs, huh? Good thing he's all the way in Alaska, where the only people he can hurt are polar bears. I keed, I keed... that's a very old running gag I have with one of my friends from Alaska.