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I’m’onna need more dick!

AltBBrown wins the Dead Pool with Sun Myung Moon.

I’m just bleeding dick at the moment.

Oh. Now. Really. You’d think an illustrator would be a little more careful what mental images she conjured up for herself. That one’s going to give me a nightmare.

Round 37 Friday!

sock it to me

Comments


Comment from Redd
Time: September 2, 2012, 8:07 pm

I wonder how those mass marriages worked out.

 


Comment from Mrs Comton
Time: September 2, 2012, 8:20 pm

I’m sorry, I left on vacation today. So of course that means someone dies. I hope I can remember Friday!!!

 


Comment from thefritz
Time: September 2, 2012, 8:22 pm

I knew it, I knew it, I KNEW IT!

 


Comment from AltBBrown
Time: September 2, 2012, 9:07 pm

Sorry, thefritz.
AltBBrown not BBlue.

 


Comment from Redd
Time: September 2, 2012, 9:08 pm

Moon was the first pick of the pool. How do we know that AltBBrown didn’t bump Moon off? I wouldn’t put it pass some of you, since you’re all so dick obsessed.

 


Comment from Rich Rostrom
Time: September 2, 2012, 9:10 pm

A few comments from the resident OCD guy:

This is the first successful #1 pick in CDP history.

There have been twenty different #1 picks. (Zsa Zsa has been picked #1 six times, Hugo Chavez five times, Lady Thatcher four times.)

All but four are still alive.

 


Comment from Nieta de Bob
Time: September 2, 2012, 10:25 pm

so when’s the next dead pool going up? friday?

 


Comment from thefritz
Time: September 2, 2012, 10:45 pm

I feel like the proverbial fluffer picking Moon every damn time for the last half dozen Dead Pools only to miss out due to being a great Dad and taking my kid to college last Friday at 6pm weasel time.
AltBBrown sneaks in and gets the money shot. Oh the humanity….
I will win the next one…got an ace in my hole!

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: September 2, 2012, 11:16 pm

That sounds uncomfortable, thefritz. Remember, you can’t pick somebody and then do him in, ‘K?

 


Comment from Can’t hark my cry
Time: September 2, 2012, 11:53 pm

Totally tangential, but. . .Stoaty, I am so glad to know there are others who actually conjure mental images when they /thinkingly or unthinkingly/ use metaphor. So often in life I have had to find a way to deal with a sudden vivid mental image of something /really unpleasant/ (well, OK, or really silly), all because I carelessly applied a standard idiom to a situation where it wasn’t, um, the best way to describe what was happening!

 


Comment from thefritz
Time: September 3, 2012, 12:06 am

K

 


Comment from Oceania
Time: September 3, 2012, 12:08 am

Prince Harry the Ginger Bastard

 


Comment from Feynmangroupie
Time: September 3, 2012, 2:20 am

Can’t Hark,

Same goes for me. I can’t even read the sentence without visions of hemophiliacs covered in liquid erectile tissue.

 


Comment from Christopher Taylor
Time: September 3, 2012, 3:19 am

Down goes another false messiah. Although at least this one was anti-communist.

 


Comment from Oceania
Time: September 3, 2012, 4:24 am

I wonder where SCA is these days?

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: September 3, 2012, 9:49 am

Oh, hey, I ended up an illustrator for a reason. I just hate it when somebody hands me a nasty mental image I can’t shake.

 


Comment from Oceania
Time: September 3, 2012, 11:53 am

And I was not in Squirrrrels family email account – but she needs to change her password 🙂

 


Comment from drew458
Time: September 4, 2012, 12:52 pm

Moon? Phooey. crackpot has-been.

I came by to see if anybody had picked Michael Clarke Duncan, dead of a heart attack at 54. Drat, he was such a presence in movies. http://www.foxnews.com/entertainment/2012/09/03/oscar-nominated-actor-michael-clarke-duncan-dies-at-54/?intcmp=features

 


Comment from steve
Time: September 5, 2012, 12:23 am

“Bleeding dick”…. isn’t that some kind of cockney slur?

Sounds like Weasel is going native!

 

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