Erotic Encounters with the Mothman is truly a dreadful work of literature and a shitstain on the world of written pornography, Charmaine. The other one has yet to be released, but if what you crave is a good time with a vampire, I think I know somewhere you can look. x
Since I had today off from my book club I took a chance to find a couple new options for our next book 😘 I’ll let you all vote and the book you all pick is the one I’ll suggest to my club 📚🤓😉
You’ll all be pleased to know that I’ve returned to Funsie’s since these events transpired, and my revolutionary record remains intact. No one can cut a rug quite like LazMan69. Ha!
good morning wwdits nation, episode 5 is up and rolling and so far a collective fan favorite from The Board! *colin robinson voice* u could say i'm down to clown at the drop of a hat hehe
and thank u dippydoo, me too lmao <3 #wwditsS7
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Good evening, dear boy. I appreciate your kind words. As I’m sure you’ve all noticed, I’ve been somewhat off the line these past few days. Raising a homunculus is no easy task.
@JaoCinza No amount of flattery or puppy eyes will turn me into a rapper, not even from you. I gave up “spitting bars” in 1992, when the great Sir Mix-A-Lot released his classic, “Baby Got Back”, and I realized his genius far surpassed my own.
(my verse) Hello I'm the Guide I got a bunch of friends, my bars are so cool that you will meet your end(s), I dress so well and proper, Nandors horse is a clopper, this rap is so good it is a certified bopper !
Well, if you’d read the rest of the book, you dimwit, it quite clearly states that it’s because he’s going to ask for a glass of milk. And once that gluttonous bastard has gotten into the milk, it’s too late, and you’re properly fucked.
@NoRelentNandor It’s all right, old chap. Eventually he’ll tire himself out and make himself thirsty. But be forewarned, if he asks for a glass of milk, the little shit will almost certainly want a cookie to go with it.
@JaoCinza All sorts of chicanery. He makes a right mess of the house, for one. He forces you to read him a bedtime story, and then the ungrateful little vermin doesn’t even go to sleep, and decides he’d rather try his hand at being an artist.
Baron Afanas, Jane Austen, and that one chap that I had intercourse with in a dirty motel in 1983. I had considered saying Nandor, too, but it would go straight to his already very large head.