Surelick Homes and the Evil Dr Phallus
THE COZY den-like room had the unmistakable smell of male scrotum musk, female vaginal juices and stale Corvosier vsop cognac. Surelick Homes looked deranged, his hair stood out porcupine-like. His eyes were glazed over as if he had coated them with the contents of the opened jar of Vaseline that now sat brazenly on the coffee table as if begging to be applied to someone's anal canal. Homes spoke, breaking the pregnant silence. Dr. Whatsin looked over at him. "Quick, Whatsin! Light up my...