Cluck, cluck went the chicken, ducking into the kitchen for a taste of some finger lickin’ tongues. Like the ones on those old work-boots...

So falls Wichita Falls, and falls, and falls, down long halls with stairs at the ends and stares with no end. The rabbit-hole is full; a...

King Bungle sits atop a rickety, rented throne, dispensing caustic non-wisdom to no-one. Vituperatively venting venomous vitriol toward...