But what if Mortie turns on him at the last minute?
Pulls his ashen, melted face out of his ass and denounces Trümp as an orange con man and the devil that he truly is?
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.
