Hail the dark pyramid, hail the eternal flame, and welcome to the sunderfield annual arts and crafts festival

We have to play whale song during sex because Harriet’s vaginal muscles won’t unclench otherwise

I make sure my daughter eats plenty of pie so I won’t resent her for competing with me as I begin to lose my looks

Thanksgiving is so much more peaceful since I murdered my family of origin

I got into gardening after I was told I could never have children. I still dream of babies sometimes… but in my dreams they have such sharp teeth

Angels or as we Satanists like to call them “god pigs”

Finally, Charles had a place from which to plunder and hoard the world’s resources in peace

Episode 16: Where There’s Smoke

Clotilde refused to get used to living in the country

Brunch will be fresh pears and a profound sadness