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Count Jackula?
An excerpt from Bram Stroker's Dracula

'Hithero I had noticed the backs of his hands as they lay on his knees in the firelight, and they had seemed rather white and fine; but seeing them now close to me, I could not but notice that they were rather course-broad, with squat fingers. Strange to say, there were hairs in the centre of the palm. The nails were long and fine, and cut to a sharp point. As the Count leaned over me and his hands touched me, I could not repress a shudder. It may have been that his breath was rank, but a horrible feeling of nausea came over me, which, do what I would, I could not conceal.'

Now that I know Dracula wacked off a lot too; I feel much better about myself. Not that I wack off that much. I'm no Dracula (apperantly). No hair on these palms.

Another good title for this post may have been Nosfistratu.