me, toby, and byron wrote a classified advertisement for The Necronomicon and placed it in the Meriden Record-Journal.
we received one phone call, and giggled nervously until the caller (undoubtedly an elderly English sorceror who had thought he'd stumbled upon the greatest find of his life) hung up.
we received one phone call, and giggled nervously until the caller (undoubtedly an elderly English sorceror who had thought he'd stumbled upon the greatest find of his life) hung up.