If it’s a gorgeous day in midsummer, it must be time for the annual tour of the canals, and Nance’s report on how our wordplay skills are holding up. Your correspondent:
Yes, she’s one of those jerks who wears mirrored sunglasses, which anyone can tell you is a hostile act. Not every day, however. Self-portrait in the journo-kayak.
First up, a Chris-Craft:
Chris-Craft used to make beautiful mahogany boats. Maybe, for enough money, they still do. For everyone else, Go Go.
Detroit fish are so tough, we catch them with wrenches:
These birds are not to be messed with. They are excellent parents and the size of battleships. The one standing guard hissed at me, and I moved away fast. The cygnets are growing their adult plumage, and looked sort of tufty.
Go ahead, leave. Everyone else is:
For all the livin’ left undone on Imalivin II, I suppose:
When trompe l’oeil is a bad idea:
At least make it a freshwater fish.
The stern isn’t set up for it, but adding a comma to this name…
…would give it a note of poetry. The comma goes in the middle, of course.
Best name of the year, so far. And it’s frequently open for business. Not today, alas:
That’s it for today, folks. Condolences to Dexter, who left this comment a few minutes ago on the previous thread: My beloved 14 year old Labrador Retriever passed last night at around 8 P.M.
Her name was P-Dogg Princess. She went quietly as I stroked her head.