Andrew Hilbert

by Horror Sleaze Trash on February 23, 2012

Young wide boy Andrew Hilbert releases his new book, featured right here virginly on HST.

Buy the fucking book here.

More of the madness is found here:

Here is a snippet from Part I:

“Yes, sir. Agent 2345 will soon be prowling Anaheim Street looking for fine specimens to inseminate.”

“Wonderful,” Colonel Washingbone kicked his legs on his desk and leaned back in his swivel chair. “Soon, there will be an entire army of superhuman terrorist killing terror squads.”

“Sir, it will take at least sixteen years for Agent 2345’s offspring to become viable killing machines!”

“Nonsense! He was equipped with accelerated growth semen. By six months they’ll be smoking Marlboros, drinking Bud Light, and scalping men, women and children in the Middle East.”

“Sir, yes, sir.”


Agent 2345 was dropped from a helicopter onto the roof of Iguana Kelly’s, a bar famous for its women of loose morality.

He crashed through the ceiling, his cyborg erection healthy in its size.

“I have come to find a suitable pod for the future of America!” he announced. It was only 9pm so nobody was in the mood for this kind of patriotic bullshit. Everyone laughed at him.

Agent 2345 could not feel sadness. That was not a viable emotion for the mission. He walked to the shit covered toilet in search of cheap prophylactics to give the appearance of pregnancy prevention to his possible pods.

“French ticklers,” he said to himself as he inserted a dollar’s worth of quarters. Two French ticklers came out, “Interesting.”

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