And no one ‘ere thought ta mention the poor Scot badpiper shootin’ flames at any’one approachin’ our deer predicent.
Your all a bit nationalist, aren’t ya?
Her writing muse lurks in the volcanic hills amidst mustangs, marmots and jackalopes. While hiking with her dogs, Ann stumbles upon stories of dark humor.
Her writing muse lurks in the volcanic hills amidst mustangs, marmots and jackalopes. While hiking with her dogs, Ann stumbles upon stories of dark humor.
