Yeeeeess.

I was accompanied tonight by my close cohorts: secret agent bandolero comanchero and secret agent muffinautumn happyshine. The wings were perfectly salty and crisp as far as their skin went, though they were noticeably dry in their meats. We consumed a round of connicticut brewery "hooker"'s ipa and Irish red ale. Bishop jughead was not present and as a result we ate sweet baby rays knowing that we're happy and we're safe in our little hideaway beneath the waves.

We arrived early at the penguin, and managed to get a seat at the sacred tower of power, where we fought and killed a dragon that had been alive for over 4000 years.

ps. secret agent man power, how goes your epic struggle? have you had any good wing night experiences in vermont country's mountain castle strongholds? i have been good, and everything that is good that could possibly happen to me is happening. provided below is an example...



















and yes, that's right, everyone loves the cat house.

-secret agent razzle dazzle