OK, we are through with Halloween. No more creaking doors. No more black cats. No more haunted house noises. No more sounds of 1 million cannoli screaming out in horror, and then suddenly, silence.
It's November dammit. The month of The Good Doctor's birthday. The air is crisp, and as my Uncle Argento used to say, "Quando il gelo è sulla zucca , è il momento per dicky inzuppare." (Translation: "When the frost is on the pumpkin, it's time for dicky dunking.")
We will starting the month of November with a Smut for a Sunday Evening featuring the best gland gobbling images from the Good Doctor's archive of real images from real reporters to The Journal. Nothing poached from the internet, nothing used without permission. All these images are the real deal.
Part 1 publishes now. Part 2 publishes next Sunday.
I suggest pouring yourself an Irish coffee with a Fresca chaser (Hi Gemini!), and enjoy Smut for a Sunday Evening: Gobble Down Edition.
Smut for a Sunday Evening: Gobble Down Edition
(Please click on the Thumbnails to ENLARGE)
