Yes, you’re right about the abominations living in the hills, unholy and unspeakable emissaries of blasphemous old gods. I don’t like them either…
Oh come on Albert, we know what all this talk of the unnameable, crablike, fungal spawn of Yoggoth is really about! I want you! I want to bend you over my bust of Milton and have you roughly like the horny little bitch you are! And I know you want it too, you little cocktease!
Yours,
Henry Wentworth Akeley
P.S. I am wanking as I write this.
Henry Wentworth Akeley
P.S. I am wanking as I write this.
Oh, that's what that sketch was about?
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