Can you imagine what would happen when two Scorpios with essentially the same date of birth get married?
Not that I really, truly truck with this astrology nonsense.
But you have to wonder. Do you think they, the Scorpions, wear their poison on their sleeve? Like the big-horned Rams and Bulls? The Crabs with their claws? No, that shit is hidden deep, deep inside. Under a hard, hard shell.
"You're a deep down dirty liar."
"Well, how else could I be so byzantine?"
Byzantine. What a great word. He revels in the terminology.
Sigh. Would that I weren't quite so byzantine, myself.