Dual Rays

First let's travel deep through the dark cloudy path originally mapped by two friends-
1) Rodger RAY Astor (known by all as King Pazzo) & 2) Thomas RAY Finley (aka King Goala) + The Dobie sisters who carried some heirloom desserts 3) Veronica brought some chocolates ...which she steeped using an item from ... 4) Louise's liquor cabinet- 'Grand Marnier 646 Cordon Vapeur Style' (Bergamont, Brandy, Custard & Royal Orange Juice)

To get there all had to wade knee deep across a spiced milk & honey pond. We don't ask anything at this junction... what happened to the cows? did a swarm of bees die from lacto-intolerance? we can only offer the above list from the scrolls and let you know this the map has stood the test of time... but it's trail keeps vanishing so perhaps better off with two boston rounds instead of one.

The story as I heard it was about some odd moonlight howling the Dual Rays enjoyed with a wood pitched tent of trench coats off a maze of bushes so dense the gals used scissors to break free.... walking home they would wind their way by a coil fence post close to some glass structure delicately placed there by a craftsman best known for his tankards designs commissioned by a sugar cane maverick he called his patron (but it was really his daddy).

Things really heated up some when they reach this point destination, much of the story is used as bait for bringing chicks in and we all know enough about the Lay Loft y Craze of calculating offenders... lets just say- things interact here in ways understood by those with a need to know mindset... I won't speak on it further.

What I am confident saying is that the Dual Rays are as legit as any stone, but use caution near flint rock... they keep me in good spirits... something about this frolic must be healthy too- for many have noted a pleasing grin on everyone who has traveled here to date. {due credit is noted here for art by Tom of Finland and the GM646CVS stems from a 'HicComment'- all done for non-commercial purposes}

NOTE: SUBSTITUTE WHATEVER AT YOUR OWN RISK. I know nothing. I hear nothing. I say nothing. I'm quite blonde if you hadn't figured that out yet.