“If it smells right, we’re gonna eat it. Cave folk are more clever than those elite prats up top give us credit for, by golly…”Read More Food is Power
The general wretchedness of Mondays was further cemented by the rain pummeling the roof of the two bedroom cottage, but he still loved them. Atlas smoothed the wiry charcoal hair camouflaging thinly boned arms and buttoned each cuff. Meticulously, he tucked a wild hair up the custom tailored sleeve, straightened the silk bowtie pinned below […]Read More Who Cut The Cheese?