That’s enough shitposting from me for now. I have a complicated thing to write tomorrow. So I’ll leave you to imagine a night of heaving sweaty but poorly aimed copulation with The Oooolmunn while he tells you how he triggered the lesser folk.

Homphsch! Homphsch! Homphsch!

The sound of using a plumber’s friend on a blocked drain plus a cat coughing up at furball, combined with the scent of stale sweat, soiled underpants, and a fungal infection.

Homphsch! Homphsch! Homphsch!

That’s probably enough.

Mind you, imagine how it would end. What would it sound like? How would it smell?

One phrase did come to mind: “Semen like yesterday’s custard.”

Done. Goodnight. Sweet dreams.