An Ongoing Exploration of West Texas Wickidity, and its horrid impact on a Girl Named Lulu
Sunday, April 26, 2015
Walla Walla Bing Bang
Bezoumny days up Walla way, and music is in the air. Summer's around the corner and we're tempted to cut a rug, though the New Black Mansion is rug free after too many winter soirees wore them all to dust. Do resist, Lulu, the urge to succumb to this latest dance song mania that grips our sleepy town.
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