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?
Gunfire cuts through the gals, and makes a big mess of a soft summer night. There's no rest for the wicked, and no respite...
Our fearless warrior queens take time to reconnoiter their rendezvous. Sometimes you get the dog made of people, and sometimes you get your clam...
Episode 2 - We Only Come Out at Night Maris and Warble wake up satisfied, and hit the ground wobbling like newborn foal. Kai...