The Compendium of Nastiness

When my wife informed me that we were going to see a mature audiences only puppet show, and that it would be performed in the basement of a private home in Madrona, I wasn’t sure what to thing. We climbed the steps from the street to be greeted in a cheery dining room with champagne and cookies. Our hosts were the nicest people, but then again, aren’t cultists and mass murderers always the nicest people? But I needn

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