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Madge is always looking for ways to increase her cash flow. Take, for example, the knock-off Girl Scout cookie scam she's got us whoaring. Two old ...

Florida isn't the Bisket's favorite scene. The masses of half-naked people, the redneck gator farms, and the endless tit sweat. She ditched main s...

Hey kids, it’s the fucking new year! We’re in lockdown in the American Consulate in the UK. Long story, but Bisket was sliding uglies with a Britis...

When you look at our dynamic duo, you might think they don't have a shred of Holiday Cheer, even if you wrung out Madge's piss pad. Well, shame on...

"What are our plans for Thanksgiving"? Madge asked.Bisket looked a bit taken back since Madge has always spent the holiday with 'the boys' smoking...

As the mist oozes into the parking lot off of 1st and Decatur, unrest can be felt on the seedy side of the business district. Headlights splash th...

After college, Bisket needed some space and was on the verge of needing carpel tunnel surgery. She knew that men were simple; when their balls we...

Many of you know that Madge is a force. From respect, she commands powerbrokers in the dark corridors of the underworld. To the presence she proje...

Madge and Bisket have been business partners for years. So many miles of rough, crumbling, and unpaved road together have forged an alliance in co...

Madge had been spring cleaning The Clam when Father Michael of The Wind of Our Holy Mother asked for Easter donations. Bisket polished stemware as...

Melting snow in the parking lot of the Velvet Clam reveals the dumped ashtrays and puke puddles from a winter of partying. The warming weather mak...

Love is in the air, or is that fuck fumes? The same difference during Valentines' Day. February makes Madge think of her younger days rolling ciga...