Mrs Offmolt (of chalet 247) has been having a terrible time lately with the swelling on her left fumblegland. During her lunchbreak she takes a well-earned rest from humping massive barrels of pelch across the lower slopes of Helleetertrond parish and stops at Tessellator 392 for a spot of Mawk Tat soup.
It’s like ‘the Mighty Boosh’ meets ‘Tim and Eric’. I love it.
this was so stupid it’s funny.
First <:-(