oh, well played..and we do have an answer to an eternal DBD question…what do these girls wear under their dresses?
April 28, 2015 at 9:20 am
JTC
Air brush those strings, paint that thing red…hey there’s wicked and there’s WICKED!
April 28, 2015 at 11:21 am
Foolio
Oh, the femtards would like that, wouldn’t they?
April 28, 2015 at 12:07 am
Doc Epador
For good.
April 28, 2015 at 12:15 am
Rick
“It’s an ill wind that blows nobody any good.”
April 28, 2015 at 1:03 am
timothy
Finally, a good use of Spring Breeze. Thanks, Chris, now I know Spring is here. DBD continues to be AWESOME.
April 28, 2015 at 2:55 am
LUCIUS SEVERUS PERTINAX
And the jacaranda trees are blooming; meaning Summer is right around the corner !
April 28, 2015 at 6:51 am
Freedomfighter_99
From your lips to God’s ear!
April 28, 2015 at 4:45 am
Uffdaphil
Next in the progression: apparatchiks reviewing crowd footage to see who is not applauding with sufficient enthusiasm for Dear Leader. Camps in the Aleutians for the “wreckers” I suppose.
April 28, 2015 at 5:12 am
Bill G
Well, the wind from the news of the Clinton Foundation’s fiduciary practices may blow a house onto the wicked witch.
April 28, 2015 at 6:31 am
Pamela
When that house of ill-repute finally crashes down, the question to ask is if she is already wearing her prison stripe support stockings…
April 28, 2015 at 1:58 pm
B Woodman
And when “she” dies, I’ll be singing, “Ding dong, the witch is dead. . . “
April 28, 2015 at 5:34 am
Iconoclast
Quite the mixture of cultural iconic imagery and verbiage of late, Mr. Muir. I’m sure Ray Bradbury would be impressed.
April 28, 2015 at 6:51 am
Freedomfighter_99
“An ill wind that nobody blows any good” — the Oboe…
April 28, 2015 at 7:23 am
GWB
Magical, Chris. As in “Abracadabra”. An angel’s face, indeed.
April 28, 2015 at 7:55 am
Wayne M
By the twitching of my thumbs, something evil this way comes…?
April 28, 2015 at 11:48 am
DDS
They are your thumbs, so yours may be twitching… however Shakespeare’s witch said: “By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.”
My thumbs are both up for DBD’s excellent literary allusions!
April 28, 2015 at 8:40 am
Insomniac
I thought for sure she’d be going commando. Oh well, life is full of disappointments.
April 28, 2015 at 1:59 pm
B Woodman
Ahhh, but that’s the tease supreme. And the tease makes the final reward that much sweeter.
April 28, 2015 at 2:27 pm
JTC
Tease? Eff that:
The wind -my friend-
blows gentle now,
But at my beckon
Doth bluster thou,
Right now I reckon
Vile garments push,
Presenting me
Thy fiery bush.
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Blow? Role reversal?
oh, well played..and we do have an answer to an eternal DBD question…what do these girls wear under their dresses?
Air brush those strings, paint that thing red…hey there’s wicked and there’s WICKED!
Oh, the femtards would like that, wouldn’t they?
For good.
“It’s an ill wind that blows nobody any good.”
Finally, a good use of Spring Breeze. Thanks, Chris, now I know Spring is here. DBD continues to be AWESOME.
And the jacaranda trees are blooming; meaning Summer is right around the corner !
From your lips to God’s ear!
Next in the progression: apparatchiks reviewing crowd footage to see who is not applauding with sufficient enthusiasm for Dear Leader. Camps in the Aleutians for the “wreckers” I suppose.
Well, the wind from the news of the Clinton Foundation’s fiduciary practices may blow a house onto the wicked witch.
When that house of ill-repute finally crashes down, the question to ask is if she is already wearing her prison stripe support stockings…
And when “she” dies, I’ll be singing, “Ding dong, the witch is dead. . . “
Quite the mixture of cultural iconic imagery and verbiage of late, Mr. Muir. I’m sure Ray Bradbury would be impressed.
“An ill wind that nobody blows any good” — the Oboe…
Magical, Chris. As in “Abracadabra”. An angel’s face, indeed.
By the twitching of my thumbs, something evil this way comes…?
They are your thumbs, so yours may be twitching… however Shakespeare’s witch said: “By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.”
My thumbs are both up for DBD’s excellent literary allusions!
I thought for sure she’d be going commando. Oh well, life is full of disappointments.
Ahhh, but that’s the tease supreme. And the tease makes the final reward that much sweeter.
Tease? Eff that:
The wind -my friend-
blows gentle now,
But at my beckon
Doth bluster thou,
Right now I reckon
Vile garments push,
Presenting me
Thy fiery bush.
Thankya. Thankyaveramuch.
Commando? You mean regimental?
Sam will have no tilt in her kilt.
To riot. To riot. To get a loaf of bread.
To riot. To riot. To break someone’s head.
What more could I say that has not already been said. Excellent work Chris.
Ray Bradbury reference… nice!
“Fair is foul and foul is fair,
Hover through the fog and filthy air.”
And the play is still the thing.
Hold Fast
Spin Drift
“Blow me”
yes ma’m, right away ma’m, with pleasure, ma’m
I promised myself long ago I’d never do that. But Sam is of course welcome to do it to me!