Fake Lake

It’s Tuesday noon in Fake Lake and the smell of the Tire Stack (still smoldering after 30 years) is wafting through the window of the Greasy Spoon Diner. Inside the radio’s tuned to YFUK – Fake Lake’s own Talk Dirty Radio. Mayor Dundoing is tucking into a rasher of surreal back bacon while perusing the Bottom Feeder’s Crassified Ads – there’s a used cemetery plot and a fat bum door knocker for sale, a hide-a-bed has gone missing and Mistress Grind wishes to reduce someone to a mere nub…