I'm totally hyped to write a book called Mutton Hunger. It's about things. It sounds like a porno, but it's not. Therefore, it's not crude to those of you who have no sexual identity.
He had a brass axe and egg noodles for eyes. His only failing: Mutton Hunger.
Mutton Hunger:
Frantic
Chilling
It will send shivers to your very being. And your being is a woman named Maude. Accept it.
Mutton Hunger.
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