davey g. johnson:
'Twas Helluv En Fuego on a Misty August Eve
davey g. johnson:
He's Got a Credit Card and a Fifth of Laudanum — Step Back
davey g. johnson:
The Victorians Stuffed Crow Feathers in Their Garters, Ate Giblets Flambé
davey g. johnson:
We'll Hide Under the Dash With Sparklers
davey g. johnson:
At First Blush, the Brit Seemed Stable
davey g. johnson:
The Union Kindly Provided Space to Display Identification
davey g. johnson:
Over The Hill, The Sea Cracked Unseemly Jokes