I'm thinking this is one of those stories of my life I'd rather not remember.
"We can has demon train?"
At least this book's up front about it.
Yeah, just stick him in a plastic bag. Works for goldfish at the fair, right?
Nothing Freudian about this cover art. Not at all.
Oh, the days when a man had to make his own pr0n.
Well, the title's sure accurate. Though it does make me wonder how Morton J. Golding was able to see into my -- I mean my friend's subconscious
"Okay, you win. Your tentacle-sprouting arms are way creepier than my freakishly elongated right one."
This looks like the kind of thing you don't want the dog to bring back.
What's she scared of? Disney found out about that jawa rip-off and sent their lawyers.
You think darkness could weave this guy some pants?
Weirdest strip-o-gram ever.
How is she even balancing right now?
I'm not saying this suit is impractical, but I fell on my back and rocked myself to sleep trying to get back up.
Truly the face of savage vengeance.
Because nothing says nightmare like chiseled abs and unicorns.