Our fearless warrior queens take time to reconnoiter their rendezvous. Sometimes you get the dog made of people, and sometimes you get your clam...
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...
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...