An Ounce of Perversion Is Worth a Megaton of Impure

Fourword Y’ought to have salad! Glug, Glug, Smug, Smug Chop, chop. Line ‘em up. Blow this up your knows, dames and fellows! Flotsam upon their logorrheic jetsam – come and get you some! Humdrum humbug keel haul who’s the vessel to be drug down under entire...

Pissant Sycophants and the Not So Amazing Mono-Color Death Cloak

A Leading Detached Introspection – Fuselage Tally Talk about a volunteering force, elastically the mission remains undrafted, as in not drawn up officially. Engaged within special ops, there is no way in hell that I would go commando in my natural location. A...