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  • April 28, 2015 at 12:03 am

    Blow? Role reversal?

    • April 28, 2015 at 6:10 am
      Grunt GI

      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

        Air brush those strings, paint that thing red…hey there’s wicked and there’s WICKED!

    • April 28, 2015 at 11:21 am

      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

    “It’s an ill wind that blows nobody any good.”

  • April 28, 2015 at 1:03 am

    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

    And the jacaranda trees are blooming; meaning Summer is right around the corner !

    • April 28, 2015 at 6:51 am

      From your lips to God’s ear!

  • April 28, 2015 at 4:45 am

    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

      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

    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

    “An ill wind that nobody blows any good” — the Oboe…

  • April 28, 2015 at 7:23 am

    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

      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

    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

        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.

    • April 28, 2015 at 2:07 pm

      Commando? You mean regimental?

    • April 28, 2015 at 2:10 pm

      Sam will have no tilt in her kilt.

  • April 28, 2015 at 9:54 am

    To riot. To riot. To get a loaf of bread.

    To riot. To riot. To break someone’s head.

  • April 28, 2015 at 12:08 pm
    Gus Bailey

    What more could I say that has not already been said. Excellent work Chris.

  • April 28, 2015 at 12:09 pm

    Ray Bradbury reference… nice!

  • April 28, 2015 at 12:59 pm
    Spin Drift

    “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

  • April 28, 2015 at 2:02 pm
    B Woodman

    “Blow me”
    yes ma’m, right away ma’m, with pleasure, ma’m

    • April 28, 2015 at 2:20 pm

      I promised myself long ago I’d never do that. But Sam is of course welcome to do it to me!

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