Cocktails

We've all been there. Well, not Madge, but the rest of us have. The object of some oversexed man-whore wanting to hide his Vienna sausage in your b...

Cooler temps outside mean that Bisket remembers her former life. Namely being a pig milker on a farm. She's traveled far from her pig cheese maki...

Bisket isn't one for going commando, namely because her crotch kiwis frighten small men. But there was a time when she was 'entertaining' a gentle...

Once upon a time Bisket fell into the filling tank of the Guinness plant. After "testing the waters", she found a maid's uniform and proceeded to ...

Sometimes you have to deliver bad news. Other times you need to rip the band aid off. And sometimes you need to pop the cherry. Right, Bisket? IN...

This cocktail always reminds Bisket of the time she hooked up with a handsome mall Santa in the 80's. Ho, ho, ho; you know! Afterwards Bisket was p...

God knows that Madge and Bisket loves them's some gin, and those broads are never without a martini in their claws. Martinis consist of gin, vermo...

Contrary to their stage lives, Madge and Bisket are pretty uncomplicated ... drinking that is. But instead of just killing another bottle for old ...

Some of Madge's secret passions are; makeup, drag queens and gambling and preferably greyhound racing. We frequently grace greyhound racing tracks...

Madge and Bisket consider themselves women of the world, for the most part all they've really experienced is pubs, bars and the occasional airport...

Madge isn't fond of many things, but New York holds a special place in her heart. It's the home of her first bare-handed strangulation. Mind you t...

Madge and Bisket are two halves of the same coin. Bitter and sweet, salty and savory, ass and popcorn shrimp. Madge and I would spend hours talkin...