Monster In My Podcast

Ladies and gentlemen, Azathoth's snitch.

Someone grabbed a bedazzler and gave Yog-Sothoth a glow-over.

Gotta say, the idea of sleeping for a thousand years sounds pretty good right about now.

"What if there was just a dude," said the Dreamlands.

Vibur, no vibing!

Either an ancient god, or what happens to the dairy section two years after the apocalypse hits your local grocery store.

The twin brother that Azathoth never calls.

Just a cthonian on his grind, shooting for the top, unaware that the elitists in management think poorly of him because of his name.

Indistinguishable from a sewer gas leak.

Just because you know the name, doesn't mean there's a lot to say.

God is on the radio.

There's no difference between a very good wizard and the god of wizards.

It's papa Saddler with the potty tentacle.

Fewer stars and mothers are involved than you'd expect, but way more boats.

A worm that got so big it became the boss, but maybe not the god.

Accompanied by the Keeper of the Microfiber Cloth.

The backwards knees help him fuck good.

We got him from England as part of the avatar exchange program.

Mother's day is quite the undertaking.

Move over, Simon.