Saturday Mid-Morning Retro Female Flesh For Dmorris And DINO
This last week on the campaign trail has been brutal. There have been a lot of harsh words spoken back and forth between each camp, and frankly, that’s not the type of campaign I want run here at Mitchieville Central.
I’d like to start anew, to throw away the old, childish ways of doing things, and to issue in a new age of campaigning–one that is based on hope and change.
Yesterday, Fenris posted the FNFF. Dmorris and DINO, who are the biggest supporters of these kinds of posts, really seemed to enjoy it. They even asked me, through a series of emails, if I could pen a better FNFF post than Fenris. I agreed, and what you’ll see before you in a second are the fruits of my intensive labour.
The Mayor’s FF post is different than Fenris’, because quite frankly, I’m catering this post to Dmorris and DINO, an underserved, *at risk* segment of our society. I wanted to make them happy and bring them a few of the beauties they grew up with.
Without further ado, Dmorris and DINO, this post is for you!
Wow, I betcha this picture will send a few hearts a flutter. If you ever get the chance to go to dmorris or DINO’s house, you will see that this is but one of the hundreds of full-length Phyllis Diller pictures that adorn their walls. Phyllis Diller was and probably is to dmorris and DINO as Meghan Fox is to many 16 year old boys. And I’m sure if either dmorris or DINO had any gas in their tanks (which they don’t), this picture would certainly rev up their grossly inadequate, but mighty engines.
Even in a wheelchair and older than original sin, Elizabeth Taylor has always been the woman that DINO loses sleep (and bodily fluids) over. As beautiful at 18 as she is at 97, Elizabeth still has a control over the men that always dug her. And dmorris and DINO? They still dig this old philly. Sure all three of them are pretty much out to pasture at this point, but grass doesn’t cost squat, we have a lot of land, and every so often when their synapses spark and they relive one of the only few remaining memories they have left, man, are they ever wildly entertaining people.
I remember the conversation dmorris and I had a few years back–he was telling me a story of when he and Mary Pickford were both 18 and drinking Vanilla Coke smoothies in a malt shop. Sure, the story went on and on and had no point, but I remember the look in dmorris’ eyes when the name Mary Pickford came up. To be honest, I thought maybe dmorris was talking about my old grade 3 friend Bobby Pickford, but truth be told, that would lead to a rather uncomfortable conversation that I would rather avoid at this time.
DINO also had a huge crush on Mary Pickford when he was a teenager. DINO was 17 at the time and Mary was 19. A bright eyed, bushy tailed little rapscallion, DINO use to send Mary scented love letters and boxes of Belgium chocolates. Often, he use to show up at Mary’s house unannounced, with a cleaver in one hand and a rag douced with ether in the other. Although a restraining order and 6 months in jail took most of the wind out of DINO’s sails (ie-shower scenes with guys named Bubba tend to do that to a guy), it never lessened his love for Mary. Even as we speak, I can guarantee DINO is writing up a comment on Mitchieville–with one hand–while the other hand is doing what DINO does best.
