Thoroughly Broken Undulation Machine

Holey Fuck – talk about crossing the line. Up in arms – all the way to heaven, like.  Blam, Blam, Blam – he shoots!, he scores!, and the crowd goes wild!, though not like those Girls Gone Wild of yore – ah, the good ol’ days. How the times...

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...