Friday, May 31, 2013


The Tongue of Fire recently sent a special envoy in search of the mythical Boneshaker cave.  Rumored to be hidden away in a volcano, high in the Adelaide alps, filled with blacksmith oompa loompas, it was no mean feat that our representatives finally tripped across their goal.  A small meet and greet was convened amongst candle light at Fat Tony's den of sin before being graciously received by sizzling flesh in the true heart of Boneshaker worship.  Secret powders were exchanged before a ritual Sturmey rubbing ceremony. (This resembles something like Scrooge McDuck's money diving escapades)  The Boneshakers then led a local ramble in the pine forest surrounding their volcano, pleasantly received, aside from a particularly nasty funk, apparently emitting from a pile of dead rotting factory produced choppers.

Vive le Bone Shakeerrz!


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