Goblin fucking Stories

“Whoa there, big fella. No dickie. No entry.” Stymied on the veranda, the conflicted monster grunted. With Timewarp blasting through the party’s haze, the monster cautiously scanned the sorority’s grinnin’-and-twinnin’ knob goblins before whipping out little Frankenfurter for inspection. “What unholy thing’s that?” Mary cooed. “It’s fucking green. Balls too. Talk about costume commitment. Sis, I think we have a weiner.” “...