One recent night in The Good Doctor's underground lair, nestled inside Lizardo Manor (located deep in The Valley, near the small women's liberal arts college), a scratchy short wave radio transmission was captured and recorded. The following is as close of a transcript that we (Barky Lizardo & myself) could translate:
*begin transmission*
Doc, can you hear me? Doc? Between the barking sled dogs and the sketchy transmission lines, I hope this message penetrates your airspace.
This is That Quirky Girl, checking in from Beaver Creek, buried balls-deep inside The Yukon. While dog sled training continues, I feel the burning need to head back to the Tarheel State for upgraded electronic gear and a rendezvous (and by rendezvous, I mean a non-stop fuck fest) with Agent SSF.
Theaters may be involved. Nudity will be involved. Body fluids most definitely will be involved.
*end transmission*
I recognized the voice, and this was undoubtedly That Quirky Girl. Her unmistakable sexy Carolina accent, combined with the barking of huskies in the background, validated that was indeed this adult theater legend. She was on the move east, and this potentially could be a taste of old times at CVE in Gastonia, NC.
And then it happened...
A Dispatch From Abroad hit my in-box, along with new images of That Quirky Girl. A report so good that it will tickle your ass and potentially dehydrate you. You've been warned.
Please welcome back to The Journal, my good friend (and part-time tai chi instructor) That Quirky Girl!
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Hi Doc,
That Quirky Girl here checking in and reporting on a recent visit to my old stomping grounds.
How did this all come about you ask? Well, Dear Lizardos and Lizardettes, grab a seat and your reading glasses and I’ll explain.
After making multiple trips to Beaver Creek for use of their reliable and sufficient WiFi (and to stock up on some Alaskan Amber beer). I decided that I had seen one too many bears at the local bar....and not the Grizzly or Polar variety. The time had come for me to make a trek to purchase a lightweight satellite terminal.... oh and the good NC beer!
As I was planning this trip I realized I was in much need to something besides WiFi and good beer. I was due for a different kind of marathon than the one I’ve been training.... and there is only one person who can fill that request.... did you guess it... that would be none other than SSF (that stands for Super Secret Friend for those who are new to my reports). A quick call on the Sat phone and it was all arranged.