Welcome to our Haus of Hunnies.

The Dead at 2am Express is now boarding at Platform 2011. You didn’t think it could reach 2011? You thought it would be a trainwreck? (Well, you’re right about that one). You thought it would derail? Well it didn’t, bitches. It pulled into the station with 700 posts and 2500 comments. Now what!

So who the fuck is getting aboard? You are. That’s who. You cannot get enough of us. Like untreated syphilis, we have infected your brains. Like late stage gonorrhea, there’s a burning deep within. Will reading our blog be one of your greatest moments? So what! Who cares? Will your texts be featured on our site? Likely, shouldn’t have said it then.

On this express train, you have our Locomotive Conductor and resident pit bull in lipstick, Nick. You have our Caboose Master and resident momma Grizzly, Benutty. You have the Guy Who Shoves Coal Into Our Holes and resident Gumby, Alfie. And you have our Food Porter and resident belly-dancer-even-when-standing-still, Gary Jr.

Along the way, who knows where this train will take us. All we can promise is that the D@2 Express has but one stop. Next stop: Whores.

ALL ABOARD!