I ain't never been Mud Slid except one time when the Evil Sisterhood went after my pore ass. Long ago and far away. But in California the only mud I get is when I do a facial thing. :D

And I hear tell Little Hawk and Chongo have holed up somewhere in the Yucatan peninsula, planing their next political campaign in the dizzy realms of the never-real. So they ain't hurting for weather just now.

To be honest it puzzles me why someone would want to live somewhere that just dumps on him every year and makes him all frizz and mizzable.


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