Grampa told me to join the Boy Scouts, so I did. The thing is, the organization is much different now than when he was a kid.

These days, the scoutmaster wears a black cloak and has scaley skin and a long, sticky tongue which he uses to catch flies. And call me crazy but they didn’t always sacrifice virgins in the Boy Scouts.

Plus, to get his Eagle Badge, I’ll bet Grampa didn’t have to burn down a church.

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Ryan Klemek

I write dinosaur erotica and mysteries featuring horny cat people. I also do the book cover illustrations. Sometimes I write reviews for movies that don’t exist