It’s Tentacle Sex, But Not How You Think.


I guaran-damn-tee you that this is someone’s fetish somewhere in the world. Weird… woody empathic parasite worm vore sex.
Mark my word.
I guaran-damn-tee you that this is someone’s fetish somewhere in the world. Weird… woody empathic parasite worm vore sex.
Mark my word.
Even by the standards of 60’s Silver Age wackiness, what is this?
What the everliving fuck is this?
And yet this is still less absurd than what’s actually occurring in the White House of this fucked-up fun house mirror dimension we’ve all been sent to.