Beware all who cross us in our vagrant meanderings thru the desert in search of booze and the elusive human centipede. Perhaps our band of luscious nomads will read your palm in exchange for a beer. Or, if you haven't a beer, perhaps we will lay a curse on you so horrific it'll make you beg for mercy - the way you did to that doctor the time you got that nasty STD from Pants' mom. The choice is yours.

We will shame you at drinking, steal parts from your car, and win the Golden Gas Pump, which we will shroud in mystery for ages to come. Beware, our vagabond shenanigans are ...infectious.

**Finished in Top Ten on RCR: LA toTombstone as The Driving Elvi**