Plus, now I know that when I finally get around to retitling my blog I will call it The Tramp of Doom.
That’s former tramp, dear. You’re legit now.
I thought that was already your stage name.
I always think of you as the Tramp of Doom.
Well, tramp, just remember, as the song in the Rankin-Bass “Return of the King” would have it:
“Where there’s a whip, there’s a way.”
The same thing probably applies to a sling, but I don’t have to tell you that.
Calls to mind a wonderful gag from Auntie Mame; “I always rise at the crack of noon.”
But to get back to “Tramp of Doom”, this makes me think of you in heavy boots(.) Possibly with a bullwhip as an accessory.
Or even ‘The Crack of Doom’; or would that be a double whatjamacallit too far?
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