i just screamed and screamed
incoherently
no words, really
just a bestial, guttural growling
mixed with bird-like screeching
i roared
from the center of my being
Join The Ovenmen for the Tales from the Trough ANEversiary SEXtravaganza!
We're having a pizza party and we're pulling off each slice nice and slow. Duck under the bog roll bunting and give the idol of Sant Jahans a belly rub for good luck. Here, take a glass—this evening we forgo champagne in favor of a vintage bottle of Coke Zero.
Tonight's Janusian Jubilees:
Paper is the traditional gift for a first anniversary.
Why don't you pull some out of that wallet of yours, piggy?
You know what time it is kiddies, put on some Richard Wagner, pack another TIGHT LITTLE bowl, it's time to BLAZE IT and RAISE IT for Episode 11 of TALES FROM THE TROUGH! Did you really think we would miss the most important day of the year?! FOOL of a THULE, we wouldn't wanna be anywhere else... except if you found a place with a comfy beanbag chair and an unlimited supply of Doritos, Big Macs and wild berry Skittles... mmmmm.... sweet H-tler I am so fucking high right now lmao!
Tonight's Shivaratrian Shanties:
- True Shitposters
- Unsolved Pissteries
- The Adventures of Little Hitora-chan
After a little bit of tough love from Sven, The Ovenmen are back with a new show format and a new attitude.
We're sorry about our last episode, and the one before that, and the one before that, and the one before that, and the one before that, etc.
Watch through the back window while the Ovenmen's fashy whitepills dribble down your based wife's chin.
We hate every single one of you.
Send us money.
Tonight's Homoerotic Hymns:
- Art by Buffalo Benny
Good evening lovers and ladyboys, it's time to pucker up for another episode of Tales from the Trough! Tonight's morose morsels of moribund musings are here for your perverse enjoyment! So unwrap that box of BLACKED chocolates, gently pop that corked bottle of Aussie wine, slip into something a little bit... more comfortable and enjoy our celebration of Black History month's most consensual holiday!
You're oh so very lucky listener, The Ovenmen have decided to make YOU their Valentine! Open wide now, NO! Not your mouth you FUCKING idiot!
Song of my soul, my voice is dead,
Die though, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa
The King in Yellow, Act 1 Scene 1
Good evening kiddies, it's time for another short survey through the morbid morass of our Trough!
Tonight's show is a little light in the loafers if you get my drift FART_NOISE.wav but don't you fret! The Ovenmen are Svennies little helpers, and are currently locked away all the way up in Hyperborea, working on something SUPER SPECIAL for CHRISTMAS. Get your pink sleeves prepped cause your stockings are gonna get STUFFED!
We hope this'll hold you're appetite until the 25th, until then... ta ta!
You there! Where's your shame? Put down that Jack 'o Lantern and pick the candy corn off your pecker. Tonight is the Holiest of nights! Tonight the hallowed halls of the Oven-realm are the closest to our cold and dismal plain. Can you hear them? They're all around us? They're here!!!
Ohhhh the ritual must have been a success, as the Ovenmen are pleased with our sacrifices! Here kiddies, is THREE HOURS of tricks, treats and traps! Turn off the lights, put your head phones on and dive into the auditory nightmare of TALES FROM THE TROUGH!
Tonight's hallowed heresies:
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