Conjured by sickness and fever, these goats lurk at the corners of consciousness. They plot your doom and bleat grim prophecy. They speak in the voice of William Shatner.
Weird or what!?
Weird or what!?
Last night as I doth twisted amongst my bed-clothes, the fever goats did come, not as nannys but as harbingers of my mortal demise.
-Edgar Allen Poe
-Edgar Allen Poe
by fevergoat January 5, 2011
Get the Fever Goatsmug.