So remember how I said Oya was married to Oggun
until Shango came along and started tapping that
when I say “tapping that”
I always imagine a dude just gently tapping the tip of his penis
against any part of a body
sort of like one of those drinking birds they have in bars
just rocking back and forth
well, it turns out Oggun isn’t happy about that
and as we’ve already discussed
Oggun is the perpetually drunk god of big knives
so Oggun not being happy with Shango
quickly turns into Oggun being AT WAR with Shango
and Obatala sees this and he’s like “Whoa guys
whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
I didn’t drunkenly create the world to let you assholes fuck it up
I’ma solve this in the only reasonable way:
Shango, you’re married to this chick Oba now
so you can’t fuck Oya anymore
Shango is actually fine with this
because he has been almost entirely unfaithful to Oya this whole time
like if their relationship were an RPG character
and one of its stats was “unfaithfulness”
that stat would be maxed the fuck out
dude is OPTIMALLY unfaithful
and Oba, the chick he’s being “forced” to marry
is fucking flawless
so he’s like “Oh dang, Obatala
you got me
guess I have to go be married to Oba now
and I guess have a whole bunch of sex with her.
You know who’s actually pissed off though?
I mean, she’s the goddess of lightning and death
who also happens to breathe fire
being angry is basically her whole thing.
So she goes over to Oba’s place
where Oba lives with her sister Oshun
and Oba and Oshun are like oh shit
here comes Oya, bout to set us both on fire
but Oya is just like “Hey guys, how are you?
I’m just here to hang out and be suspiciously friendly
no violence, I promise.”
and Oshun is like “Okay, that’s suspicious.”
but Oba is like “WOW YOU ARE SO TRUSTWORTHY”
and Oya is like “I KNOW, RIGHT?
Here, lemme give you some advice:
You know Shango, right?”
and Oba is like “My husband?
You could say I know him, yeah.”
and Oya is like “Yeah, well he and I used to fuck
and lemme tell you something about that dude’s dick
it’s basically just a heat-seeking meat-missile
gonna dock with whatever tuna tunnel is closest
girl, you gotta deploy you some countermeasures.”
and Oba is like “Wow ok
what sort of countermeasures should I deploy?
Should I try, like, communicating with him?
Maybe couples counseling?”
and Oya is like “NO
FUCK THAT SHIT
CUT OFF YOUR EAR AND FEED IT TO HIM.”
and Oba is like “THAT’S JUST CRAZY ENOUGH TO WORK.”
So she does this thing
she cuts off her ear and stuffs it in Shango’s burrito
and Shango eats it and loves it
and all Oba has to do is wear a head scarf forever
to hide the fact that she CUT OFF HER FUCKING EAR.
Then Oya hits up Shango like “Hey boy
I hear weapons inspectors are en route …
wanna hide your meat missile in my sausage silo?”
and Shango is like “Naw bitch, I’m married now.
I’m taking that commitment uncharacteristically seriously.”
and Oya is like “WTF DUDE
YOU PICKED THE EXACT WRONG TIME TO START HAVING MORALS.
BRO YOUR WIFE IS A WITCH
YOU KNOW HOW I KNOW?
BECAUSE SHE CUT OFF HER EAR AND FED IT TO YOU.”
and Shango is like “Whoa, how do you know about that?”
and Oya is like “NEVERMIND HOW I KNOW
GO CONFRONT HER ABOUT IT.”
Meanwhile, Oba goes to her sister Oshun and she’s like “So uh
I kinda … cut off my ear and fed it to my husband?”
and Oshun is like “WHAT THE FUCK”
and Oba is like “I know right?
Maybe I shouldn’t have listened to that chick who hates me.”
and Oshun is like “YA THINK?”
and then Shango shows up like “Hey so
I’ve been hearing some CRAZY things about you
like ACTUALLY crazy things that only a crazy person would do.
Can I … uh … can i see your head real quick
just to make sure you have both ears or whatever?”
and Oba is like “Shit, you got me.”
and Shango is like “WHOA
WHAT THE FUCK, WOMAN
I MARRIED A WOMAN WITH TWO EARS
I’M NOT INTO THIS ONE-EAR SHIT
OUR MARRIAGE IS NOW MEANINGLESS
TIME TO GO BACK TO FUCKING EVERY WOMAN
WAS KINDA LOOKING FOR AN EXCUSE TO DO THAT ANYWAY
And Oya is like “Yesss
I get to bang Shango again.
Granted, he’s totally devastated and freaked out
and he’ll never be faithful to me or anyone else ever again
but you know what they say:
you break it, you bang it.”
Except in the case of Oya it’s more like You bang it, you break it.
In the case of nearly everything mythological, really.
Is it bad that I read the title as “Obama is Like a Sexy Lady Van Gogh”?
Glad I wasn’t the only one!
A bit disrespectful to the Orishas don’t you think
Well, thank you for providing me with an image of “tapping that” that I’ll never forget xD
Me too, dude. Me too.