Greetings Doomed Monkeys!
Hot enough for ya? In case it's not, we have a steaming new load of whatever it is we do around here all ready for ya to dive right into. Ray's here, and he's drunk as a skunk. Politics will do that to you, amirite? Jimmy and Sally are still being held captive in an abandoned fireworks factory, but help is probably on the way. Stella put down her nip pipe long enough to scribble this month's astrology column on the back of a bar napkin before stumbling away again. All this good stuff brought to you by the fine folks at 8-Teenz. The store for new adults. This week only: trade your dreams for sensible shoes. Make mom proud for once. That's it for now, until next week Memento Rusi!!