It’s the first law of the wasteland, always keep one in the chamber for the ferryman. Things have a tendency to go Murphy out here, and he’s an expensive date to please. Sit tight, and sqwunch your toes in the carpet, because things are gonna get loud and proud in all the worst ways; like three hour spoken word interpretive dance kinda ways. Ya feel me?
Let’s ride on through the desert on a horse with two names, all my succulent sandworms of radioland. There’s always some new dysentery to...
Episode 1 - Maris and Warble of the Wasteland Maris and Warble make there way into Escalante Lake, and find themselves three-fingers deep in...
The desert stretches out before our gals with inifinite potential of an endless horizon, and the road most traveled (at least, hundreds of years...