Your Momma. Is a harpy.
"What a little harpy that woman from Hampshire is, Clump," Squills remarked, "that has seized upon old Tilly Crawley. ~ Vanity Fair, William Makepeace Thackeray
Following up on Dharma Bums Sloths and Harpy Eagles ...
What do you get when you cross a stinky, slovenly, and disreputable Harpy with the totally hot God of the West Wind?
Xanthus and Balius. The immortal stallions of Achilles.
Go figure.
Images: The Horses of Achilles, Henri Regnault ( French, 1843-1871 ) ; Harpies; Zephyrus
