Of Blood, Snow, Fur and Fang – Don’t Let the Wolves Eat our Baby.
A dissonant chorus of howls pierced the sky, sinister huddled shadows rose up out of the blinding whiteout, and the naked man’s grizzled member swung pendulous and unencumbered in the chill night air. Almost immediately we wished we’d had the car serviced back in Albuquerque. It was going to be one of those nights. Printer […]Read More Of Blood, Snow, Fur and Fang – Don’t Let the Wolves Eat our Baby.