The Losing LuLu cult of ritualistic dog murders descended upon the White House, scimitars in hand, their ceremonial robes cloaking them into the shadowy darkness. They had but one mission that night: the blood of the First Dog of the United States would be spilled, for how else would they show that he is loved.
The Losing LuLu cult of ritualistic dog murders descended upon the White House, scimitars in hand, their ceremonial robes cloaking them into the shadowy darkness. They had but one mission that night: the blood of the First Dog of the United States would be spilled, for how else would they show that he is loved.