WolfieToons by Dave Wolfe
Friday, November 13, 2020
Thursday, November 12, 2020
Wednesday, November 11, 2020
Wednesday, November 4, 2020
Saturday, October 31, 2020
Saturday, October 24, 2020
Sunday, October 18, 2020
Like The Cole Porter Lyric!
"'Cause if, Baby, I'm the Bottom, you're the Top!"
You may not recognize Cary, Constance, and Jennifer from my caricature attempt 😁 ,
but here ya go!
Saturday, October 17, 2020
Saturday, September 26, 2020
Wednesday, September 9, 2020
Thursday, August 20, 2020
Time For Reeling and Writhing and Rhythm Tic
Thankfully there are responsible, sensible, and caring adults who are putting thought into how to keep our schoolchildren safe and healthy this fall semester, in spite of a severe lack of any of that (not even a hint!) from the federal dunderheads whose job that is supposed to be!
Thus, topically and Top-ically, WolfieToons from previous Geological Strata:
Tuesday, August 11, 2020
It's Larken's Birthday!
This one time, but not in band camp, I gave Larken this Birthday Button:
And she wore it all day!
No.
Yes, she did, and got seven offers!
No.
Maybe it was five.
One really good one.
And she wrote this WolfieToon, A Revised Antediluvian Tale:
In which I deliberately hid everything of any prurient interest! Ha, take that!
But it reminds me of another True Story: Larken once appeared live on stage as Eve!
Really?
Yes, and they did Authentic Costuming
What?
All Natural! Or is that, "au natural."
Now you have committed a Fibhood.
No indeed, I heard it from Randy Beaman's cousin Harry!
I'm just wild about Harry, and so is Larken. Here's Wild Harry now:
Happiest Birthday, Querida!
Here's a song parody she wrote; whoever does the best Dean Martin, call me, and we'll record it!
THAT'S AMORE
by Larken
(In Spankoli, where love is King, when Top Meets Imp, here's what they say~!)
When the moon hits His eye 'cause you're over His thigh
That's amore!
When He makes your tush shine 'cause you've had too much wine
That's amore!
Imps will sing, what's that thing, ouch what sting,
But they'll sing a cappella!
Imps will prance; they will dance, without pants
Like a hot tarantella!
When your Top is old school and He makes a new rule,
That's amore!
When you dance on His lap with each loud ouchy slap,
You're in love!
When you're spanked 'til you gleam
It's your dream, and you might want some-more-ay,
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Spankoli
That's amore!
When His spoon makes you cry 'cause you did not comply
That's amore!
When His brush makes you whine 'cause you stepped out of line
That's amore!
Tops will say, "Imps obey!"
You might stray, and 'cause you're not vanilla,
You'll be tipped,
Over all the way,
Spanked without delay,
He's a real Toppy fella!
You're an angel all day, and you just want to play,
That's amore!
Then Top Logic appears and you're flipped OTK,
You're in love!
When you're life is a dream that's come true, you adore your Signore!
You lie over His knee and you're spanked happily,
That's amore!
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