Knock Knock!

It's always a hell of a week TH. Some are just like that in a really good way.
 
Hiding my dear!

Actually I have been running long days in the field. Corn is all planted now and it rained yesterday/this morning so here I am. Checking in to see what's new.
 
The shoggoths poured out through the doorway to Eternity
The trail of goo they left behind was quite a sight to see
But it wasn't their appearances that made us start to choke
It's only that those shoggoths kept on telling knock-knock jokes

(Let me give you an example. Knock Knock.
Who's there? Cthul. Cthul Who? See What I mean?)


And now we're banned from Arkham, them's the rules
Banned from Arkham just for being goddamn fools
The Deep Ones called up Dagon - who looked just like a toad
Then Arkham told us all to hit the road
 
The shoggoths poured out through the doorway to Eternity
The trail of goo they left behind was quite a sight to see
But it wasn't their appearances that made us start to choke
It's only that those shoggoths kept on telling knock-knock jokes

(Let me give you an example. Knock Knock.
Who's there? Cthul. Cthul Who? See What I mean?)


And now we're banned from Arkham, them's the rules
Banned from Arkham just for being goddamn fools
The Deep Ones called up Dagon - who looked just like a toad
Then Arkham told us all to hit the road

It was a terrible, indescribable thing vaster than any subway train—a shapeless congeries of protoplasmic bubbles, faintly self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary eyes forming and un-forming as pustules of greenish light all over the tunnel-filling front that bore down upon us, crushing the frantic penguins and slithering over the glistening floor that it and its kind had swept so evilly free of all litter. H.P Lovecraft




waiting..

My .... who?:D
 
It was a terrible, indescribable thing vaster than any subway train—a shapeless congeries of protoplasmic bubbles, faintly self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary eyes forming and un-forming as pustules of greenish light all over the tunnel-filling front that bore down upon us, crushing the frantic penguins and slithering over the glistening floor that it and its kind had swept so evilly free of all litter. H.P Lovecraft






My .... who?:D

MY DICK!! hahahah
 
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