The infinitely supperior and majestic metric system does not have feet at all. But a meter-long dong would be less impressive, more deformity. A meter is roughly 3 feet.
You might have to dump your teacher for others that actually know the metric system. I’m not precisely sure how many centimeters is a foot worth but it is close to 30-32.
Thus if Walky’s “foot” was only 12cm long it’d be rather unimpressive.
Incidentally, this conversation fits my avatar perfectly. 🙂
i knew a guy in high school who referred to his wang as his “foot.” it never occurred to me to think of it in the context of a unit (hurr hurr) of measurement.
Just say whatever you want. If you convince enough people, it’ll become real. That’s how language works. No one knows that all of language started because someone didn’t want to seem dumb when they thought they’re friends were making the same sounds for a reason.
And I say these so-called “Anglo”-Saxons have been walking around like they own the place for far too long. There are towns in England where you’ll rarely see an honest Pictish face. Back to Saxony with the lot of ’em!
Suddenly Jacket
It enveloped me
Suddenly Jacket
Showed me I can
Learn how to be warm
When I’m feeling chilly
With sweet fleecy lining
Jacket’s my friend
Nobody ever, kept me all toasty
Sweatervest’s chilly, parka’s too warm
I find a coat, and I wear it blindly
It snaps its buttons, and I would say “sure”
These are the coats we wear
Of Devil’s plaid and witches hair
Jackets are everywhere
You are my outerwear,
My special Coat without a tear
Jackets are Everwhere.
With a hood or a belt or a sleeveless one.
Doesn’t count that’s a vest called a Jerkin.
Hey, if some guy who can bench-press the Empire State Building without breaking a sweat wants me to pretend I can’t recognize him when he wears glasses, I freaking well can’t recognize him with glasses, okay?
It just tallies the amount of times Harry and Marv would’ve died had normal rules for pain and injury come into play. That body count was surprising, and–while I said it was dark–that body count was humorous as well.
The consequences as listed are all worst-case scenarios. The human skeletal system is a little bit more robust than that, especially in regards to the number of spinal/rib fractures tallied.
But if you want to ignore the fact that some people made a video for entertainment purposes just so you could pretend you got a victory in an argument that never actually happened, then be my guest. Cheers.
The glasses actually got dislodged from her face during the sexytimes and remained in the bunk. As a person who wears glasses myself, I was more worried that they would have rolled over onto them and broken them.
And that is Walky’s jacket, but he had already taken it off before getting into bed together. Not to mention that it is probably wet, cold, and clammy about now.
NAKED, anyway do you think that in her excitement she would forget that she’s not wearing clothes and will just rush down the hall way…wait their in her room never mind
I wish we had a PM feature in these comments. I’d like to know, without necessarily embarrassing either Yotomoe or myself, just what exactly is this curse to which he refers.
“Here’s the skinny. We dressmakers have a very strict code, so I need to know: do you deserve to wear virginal white? Because if you don’t, you’ll have to wear an off-white, what we call a hussy white. So which will it be? White-White?”
Reminds me of a character in one of Dorothy L Sayer’s books, who gets married in a gold dress on the basis that no-one who knew her would believe the white.
Jump like that, Dorothy, and the first thing that’s going to hit your floor will be your but… and for somebody who wants to go to Yale, you’re not smart enough to use the BOTTOM bunk in case you get really wild?
There is no bottom bunk. Her desk is under her lofted bed. Sierra’s bed is the same way, which is why the top of her mattress was at their eye level when they kicked her out
People who had money and have thus seen WPaS, do you know where their glasses and clothes most likely ended up, or is it truly just spontaneously-appearing?
Given the last place I saw the glasses, I imagine they ended up on the floor. Good thing they can teleport (or Dorothy can teleport them?). I remember thinking they would get knocked off at the time too.
The glasses fell of her head right at the end, and ended up behind her pillow. I can’t remember if we saw where the clothes ended up, but I think the May have just been shoved to the edges of the bed, if not off altogether due to them being soaked.
Ah… that precious afterglow. Relaxing, getting glued together by drying sweat, eye-contact-cuddling, … jumping off the bed, obsessing over photos of twentysomething vigilantes… °O
Agreed. I’ve had fantastic sex with someone I’ve had a great emotional connection with and I’ve had crappy sex with someone who knew exactly how to push all the right buttons but there was no emotional connection anymore. Just because someone is skilled in a technical/mechanical sense doesn’t mean that great sex will happen and just because someone is new and doesn’t feel like they know what they’re doing doesn’t mean that the sex will be bad. And even if someone feels they don’t know what they’re doing, that doesn’t mean they won’t hit the right buttons. When partners are um…demonstrative…when they are enjoying something, it tends to encourage the other partner to keep doing that thing that is getting the sexy reaction. 🙂
Also, I’ve had great sex with one person and mediocre sex with that same person another time. Perfect probably means “exactly what she wanted” and that can change day-by-day.
Joyce standing outside of Dorothy’s room. Naive and sexually repressed Joyce thinking out loud to herself, “Hey this is weird, I wonder why there is a sock on her door?” Confused Joyce barging inside without knowing what the sock represents. And finally a helpful Joyce starting to say, “Hey Dorothy did you know..” before receiving a face full of Dorothy.
Yes, Joyce & Dorothy shippers you may now happily imagine that scenario and squeal with glee. ‘Squee!’ away to your heart’s content. You are quite welcome. But be sure to thank Willis for that perfect setup.
Really like the chemistry between the two of them. Walky actually being glad that he’s not her first and she could lead him through the whole thing is just nice to see.
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dammit Dotty move your foot
Yeah, it’s off panel! You’re only giving the foot fetishists half a show!
Where’s Sierra when you need her.
When do *you* not need her?
Spoiler: Dorothy is about to land on Sierra.
Which is impressive, since they kicked Sierra out before Walky performed a sex.
your avatar + the phrase “Walky performed a sex” = hilarity @ 10ish in the morning.
He mad. >:C
She needed to leave.
Why? She already had Walky’s foot just a few moments ago. 😀
He might have claimed it was a foot but guys have been known to exaggerate (or optimistic thinking)…
Maybe it was a “metric” foot? But then again, Subway footlongs ain’t exactly 12 inches either.
The infinitely supperior and majestic metric system does not have feet at all. But a meter-long dong would be less impressive, more deformity. A meter is roughly 3 feet.
I was thinking more of the line of a metric foot equaling 12 cm.
You might have to dump your teacher for others that actually know the metric system. I’m not precisely sure how many centimeters is a foot worth but it is close to 30-32.
Thus if Walky’s “foot” was only 12cm long it’d be rather unimpressive.
Incidentally, this conversation fits my avatar perfectly. 🙂
I think that was the joke? Anyway, Plas is a native metric user, i.e. not a ‘merican
@Kelly: Exactamundo! (Gotta love the 80s)
@JJ: Yes I know that 1 foot = 30.48cm, it was supposed to be a joke.
I’ve seen it. It’s certainly sufficient.
i knew a guy in high school who referred to his wang as his “foot.” it never occurred to me to think of it in the context of a unit (hurr hurr) of measurement.
Foot is a euphemism for penis in the Old Testament, too.
I honestly just misread that as “Wanky”. Hardly an appropriate name now that he has Dorothy though.
One doesn’t preclude the other!
Back to normality!
And by normality, I mean normalcy.
And by normalcy, I actually mean normality. English is hard, guys…
Just say whatever you want. If you convince enough people, it’ll become real. That’s how language works. No one knows that all of language started because someone didn’t want to seem dumb when they thought they’re friends were making the same sounds for a reason.
Twerk is in the English dictionary. As is Squee.
My ancestors came from Normandy… 😀
OPPRESSOR!!!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norman_yoke
(And they thought wasting a whole day on wikipedia wouldn’t be worth anything.)
Maybe but it also means that when they say bad things about Anglo-Saxon culture, I can say “Nothing to do with me”. 😀
And I say these so-called “Anglo”-Saxons have been walking around like they own the place for far too long. There are towns in England where you’ll rarely see an honest Pictish face. Back to Saxony with the lot of ’em!
To heck with that, send ‘me all back across the North Sea where they belong! Britain for the Britons!
The Candyman, the Celts called, they want their kingdom back.
….actually, ignore that. I’m being dumb again.
SUDDENLY JACKET.
“Suddenly glasses” as well.
Suddenly Seymour.
I was thinking of saying that too, complete with youtube link but then you beat me to it.
Suddenly Susan?
Suddenly Jacket
It enveloped me
Suddenly Jacket
Showed me I can
Learn how to be warm
When I’m feeling chilly
With sweet fleecy lining
Jacket’s my friend
Nobody ever, kept me all toasty
Sweatervest’s chilly, parka’s too warm
I find a coat, and I wear it blindly
It snaps its buttons, and I would say “sure”
SUDDENLY JACKKKKKET~
Dammit, usually we draw “Suddenly Seymour” parodies out over multiple posts! Quit hoggin’ all the reference!
… Was that a reference?
These are the coats we wear
Of Devil’s plaid and witches hair
Jackets are everywhere
You are my outerwear,
My special Coat without a tear
Jackets are Everwhere.
With a hood or a belt or a sleeveless one.
Doesn’t count that’s a vest called a Jerkin.
http://meta.filesmelt.com/downloader.php?file=deandancing.gif
Magic glasses and good flying shot.
Wow! that was quick!
Gah! MUST. RESIST. CLICHE.
“I thought I was so bad I bored you to sleep.”
“I neither confirm, nor deny that, Walky.”
“Because I’m asleep.”
Now that’s an action pose!
Go go dorothy glasses!
Virginity: Lost
Did she just jack his hoodie?
Would YOU try stopping her? Let’s just hope she remembers to put on some undies. Only Walky can pull off strolling the halls with his assets out.
But he’ll be too hypnotised by her tush to remind her.
It is her traditional right to wear her man’s shirt as post-banging attire.
Let’s hope Joyce doesn’t come by and recognize it as post-banging attire. Or do we hope that she does recognize it.
I am conflicted.
I think she’d be more freaked about Dotty not wearing any pants.
Well, it has almost been a week…
http://www.dumbingofage.com/2013/comic/book-3/04-just-hangin-out-with-my-family/overbearin/
It’s been maybe a day in-comic.
Is that what they call it nowadays? 😀
Heh, well played.
^_^
http://gifs.gifbin.com/1233928590_citizen%20kane%20clapping.gif
NIIIIICE!
She’s just fucking adorable in that last panel.
Walky would tend to agree…. however he might rearrange those words a bit
Or he might assume that is his new nickname…
So, Dorothy can just materialize jackets and glasses, but not pants?
Priorities!
^what he said
Pants are a higher level shaping magic skill.
I would say glasses are, I mean, you need to get the right perscription as well as making them see through.
But nerds automatically get the “Glasses Appear” as a class spell.
Yes, and now imagine she gets it wrong and makes the clothes see through instead of the glasses.
I can imagine it. I can imagine it repeatedly 😀
Aww, what a touching mo-and it’s over
Also, Dorothy’s butt
What a touching butt
No, that was earlier.
But at least she didn’t disappoint him, he knows her.
Her glasses teleported to her face.
Clark Kent also has the same power. It’s why he’s so good at disguises.
I thought his disguised were powered by fear.
Hey, if some guy who can bench-press the Empire State Building without breaking a sweat wants me to pretend I can’t recognize him when he wears glasses, I freaking well can’t recognize him with glasses, okay?
All work and a little play makes Dorothy a happy girl…
I feel like this is going to be like the simpsons movie. Just, the most creative and epic scenery censors ever.
Needs moar spider-pig.
Indeed.
Let’s hope noone left out any legos or this comic will take a dark twist.
“Walky Performs a Lego-Based Assassination”
I was going to mention Home Alone 2 because of the broken Christmas ornaments that were stepped on, but I just remembered a YouTube video that had a dark take on all of the traps in that movie. Now I don’t want to talk about that movie anymore.
Not gonna watch it. It’ll ruin the funniest movie ever for me.
It just tallies the amount of times Harry and Marv would’ve died had normal rules for pain and injury come into play. That body count was surprising, and–while I said it was dark–that body count was humorous as well.
The consequences as listed are all worst-case scenarios. The human skeletal system is a little bit more robust than that, especially in regards to the number of spinal/rib fractures tallied.
@Just Cheeto Dust: Cool, more videos to watch!
In other words, applying realistic consequences (and moral standards) to cartoon violence. Nothing really new.
Fun fact: I never said this was new.
But if you want to ignore the fact that some people made a video for entertainment purposes just so you could pretend you got a victory in an argument that never actually happened, then be my guest. Cheers.
Why did I decide to watch that, AGAIN!? >_<
I wonder if her glasses can be summoned like the Sword of Omens?
Dorothy: “Glasses of Studying, come to my face!”
The glasses she pulled from a pocket of the jacket. But where did the jacket come from?
Accio jacket??
The glasses actually got dislodged from her face during the sexytimes and remained in the bunk. As a person who wears glasses myself, I was more worried that they would have rolled over onto them and broken them.
And that is Walky’s jacket, but he had already taken it off before getting into bed together. Not to mention that it is probably wet, cold, and clammy about now.
“Glasses of Omens, give me sight BEYOND two feet!”
+1 LIKE
NAKED, anyway do you think that in her excitement she would forget that she’s not wearing clothes and will just rush down the hall way…wait their in her room never mind
So where do you turn in a V card? Is there like a vending machine that takes it? Does it give you confetti?
You do not get a gift. You are given a curse. In time, hopefully you can overcome it.
I wish we had a PM feature in these comments. I’d like to know, without necessarily embarrassing either Yotomoe or myself, just what exactly is this curse to which he refers.
‘S like a taste for blood. Once you get one you crave more. Often times to physical and emotional fault!
I take it you’ve earned your Red Wings?
I’m such a virgin it’s not even funny.
I think most churches have a machine just inside the door. Pretty sure.
They like to keep track of that kind of thing so girls don’t wear white at their wedding.
“Here’s the skinny. We dressmakers have a very strict code, so I need to know: do you deserve to wear virginal white? Because if you don’t, you’ll have to wear an off-white, what we call a hussy white. So which will it be? White-White?”
“Yes…um, except for the gloves.”
Reminds me of a character in one of Dorothy L Sayer’s books, who gets married in a gold dress on the basis that no-one who knew her would believe the white.
And the veil.
I think Dorothy’s freckles are adorable.
afterglow… faded
What are you talking about, Willis? Glasses just happen. As do jackets.
SPEAKING OF AMAZI-GIRL, can we get back to that please?
Or we can move on to happier things for a while.
Can we move on to happier things for Amazi-Girl?
Jump like that, Dorothy, and the first thing that’s going to hit your floor will be your but… and for somebody who wants to go to Yale, you’re not smart enough to use the BOTTOM bunk in case you get really wild?
There is no bottom bunk. Her desk is under her lofted bed. Sierra’s bed is the same way, which is why the top of her mattress was at their eye level when they kicked her out
All of the bunks are top bunks, with the desk and wardrobe/dresser underneath them. Better use of floor space.
You can even see the study carell (with the computer monitor on it) beneath the loft bed in the last panel.
A naughty part of me is imagining 4th panel Dotty about to perform a variation of Joker’s dissapearing pencil trick. 😛
They work so well as a couple. Also, cute freckles.
People who had money and have thus seen WPaS, do you know where their glasses and clothes most likely ended up, or is it truly just spontaneously-appearing?
I’m pretty sure that in this world, clothes materialize or disappear when needed.
Given the last place I saw the glasses, I imagine they ended up on the floor. Good thing they can teleport (or Dorothy can teleport them?). I remember thinking they would get knocked off at the time too.
Reminds me of this.
http://www.gunnerkrigg.com/?p=509
The glasses fell of her head right at the end, and ended up behind her pillow. I can’t remember if we saw where the clothes ended up, but I think the May have just been shoved to the edges of the bed, if not off altogether due to them being soaked.
Gotta love the detail, especially the freckles on her thighs. Great work as always, Willis.
Dorothy is awesome.
Agreed!
Great examples of convenient censorship Mr Willis.
There’s nothing convenient about it!
A free slice of that freckle-y ass for those of us that didn’t get WPAS.
Good guy Willis.
My “dat ass” meter is going off the charts.
A wild Joyce appears!
Convenient censoring for the win.
She is not going to land well.
Thank God they used Dorothy’s, even if it was a bunk bed. I’ve heard horror stories.
Ah… that precious afterglow. Relaxing, getting glued together by drying sweat, eye-contact-cuddling, … jumping off the bed, obsessing over photos of twentysomething vigilantes… °O
Dotty’s glasses are like Thor’s hammer.
Mew mew!
She is a freckly girl, isn’t she?
(Also, I’m assuming her glasses are like Thor’s hammer.Except probably no lightning powers.)
So he didn’t know what he was doing, but he was perfect? Either Dorothy’s never had good sex or she’s lying to make him feel better.
if you think those are the only two possibilities you have a really narrow and/or cynical view of what makes sex enjoyable for some people
Agreed. I’ve had fantastic sex with someone I’ve had a great emotional connection with and I’ve had crappy sex with someone who knew exactly how to push all the right buttons but there was no emotional connection anymore. Just because someone is skilled in a technical/mechanical sense doesn’t mean that great sex will happen and just because someone is new and doesn’t feel like they know what they’re doing doesn’t mean that the sex will be bad. And even if someone feels they don’t know what they’re doing, that doesn’t mean they won’t hit the right buttons. When partners are um…demonstrative…when they are enjoying something, it tends to encourage the other partner to keep doing that thing that is getting the sexy reaction. 🙂
Also, I’ve had great sex with one person and mediocre sex with that same person another time. Perfect probably means “exactly what she wanted” and that can change day-by-day.
Excellent point, clodia.
What to you mean day-by-day? More like minute-to minute.
you actually give a minute? 20 seconds tops.
Perhaps shockingly, some people can perform well their first time if they pay attention to their partners.
Sometimes it’s not what’s being said as much as what is not being said.
SAID: “You were fine. You were perfect.”
UNSAID: “… for a first-timer”
In this issue of Careful Placement Monthly….
HAHAHA RIGHT?!
Willis, give Arturo an autographed copy of this strip for that one…
A recent Magick Chicks page also did a good job of that.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand she’s back.
I approve of the random freckles on Dorothy’s body. They’re not where you usually see freckles in comics. (cheeks, and that’s it)
Or flood-fill all over her body.
AHHHHHHHHH NAKED AHHHHHHHHHHHH
What’s the M on the track shirt stand for?
Michigan.
nope
Considering the antlers: Moosejaw.
I know that, Willis, but since you’re from Columbus (Ohio State) I was just tryin’ to jerk your chain.
Ha ha, FOOL! I care nothing for your human sportsballs!
MYSTERY
And you’ll never know! Muahahahahahahaha
hint, she went to high school there
Martinsville! Mitchell?
(I might be from southern Indiana…)
Way norther.
GLASSES! RETURN TO ME!
Picture this scenario…
Joyce standing outside of Dorothy’s room. Naive and sexually repressed Joyce thinking out loud to herself, “Hey this is weird, I wonder why there is a sock on her door?” Confused Joyce barging inside without knowing what the sock represents. And finally a helpful Joyce starting to say, “Hey Dorothy did you know..” before receiving a face full of Dorothy.
Yes, Joyce & Dorothy shippers you may now happily imagine that scenario and squeal with glee. ‘Squee!’ away to your heart’s content. You are quite welcome. But be sure to thank Willis for that perfect setup.
Even when she has downtime for Walky it’s “I have forty-five seconds…” She can’t not be Dotty even when she’s not being Dotty.
Wait, wouldn’t that hoodie still be soaking wet?
Oh. Oh god.
After all that just went down with the Amazi-girl storyline I am really dreading the culmination of this Dorothy arc with her newspaper article.
Really like the chemistry between the two of them. Walky actually being glad that he’s not her first and she could lead him through the whole thing is just nice to see.
Much detail much wow.
I wish I had glasses that returned to my face under their own power.
I am surprise that Walky has abs with his diet…
Dotty confused lay and lie! There go her presidential hopes… 😉
Im uh… Honestly…. Im still thinking about Amazigirl being Amazing.