Riding Shotgun

My lift from JHB dropped me off at home. The dorp was empty, where WAS everyone? I phoned 2630 pring pring pring. Or was it 2603 priiiiing priiiing priiiing? I forget. Can you fetch me? No, get yourself here quick, we’re going to Warden to scare some guineafowls. Now. What could I do? The importedContinue reading “Riding Shotgun”