Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

Why do I foresee heartache and pain (not to mention a one-way ticket to a Third World country) for Dr. Drew (Manwhore!)?

Our premiere feature, now showing at the Dingo Megagoogleplex Theatre, a ripping yarn of adventure and intrigue on the high seas…

Two interesting notes while I was putting this together.

1. I learned what “peg boy” means. (I should’ve guessed, considering Dingo mentioned it.)

2. See the guy just above the left hand of the Captain? I met him! He’s a docent for the San Diego Maritime Museam and sailor on the S.S. California, docked there.

Of course, in Santa Royale, “Healing” involves a lot of finger-pointing, accusations, underwear, humiliation and blame. Fun!

…what’s more fun that giant isopods? The current story line could only be made better with…ISOPODS!!! (A tip o’ the tentacle to Poteet from CC, who first suggested that such a possibility would be wonderful.)

Without further ado, Invertebrate Theatre proudly presents:

Oh, Drew! What did you expect? Hell hath no fury like a wimpy-wristed girl scorned. Or two-timed. Whatever. (A tip o’ the Carmen Miranda headgear to Aerosquid from CC for borrowing his natty little penguin.)

Lies! Deception! Two-Timing Bastages! (Oh, look…ribs!)

You might think that Dr. Drew (Manwhore!) spends far more time wining and dining the ladies that pursuing his career. Au contraire! This is a big ol’ shout-out to Dingo from CC, for casually mentioning Dr. Love and C.S.I. in a single breath.
You’ll have to figure out what Who song is used here; I’m all tapped out.