“Fuck you, Jack Ching,” David Emerson swore. He found the keys were still in the ignition, and turned them. “Yeah. It’s jackalope season, motherfucker.” — Chad Huskins Copy Share Image
“Fuck you, Jack Ching,” David Emerson swore. He found the keys were still in the ignition, and turned them. “Yeah. It’s jackalope season, motherfucker.” — Chad Huskins Copy Share Image
