I went around the block in the Haight to get a full take on the bumpersticker:
SO FEW RICHARDS
SO MANY DICKS
I’m met Dickie for lunch. He said, “I don’t agree at all.”
What’s in a name?
Spotted dick is a kind of pudding with pieces of fruit.
That’s how that happened.
“Dick” also used to mean an assertion. “Unto my dying dick” meant up to my last declaration.
I got dick for my birthday is not the good news it sounds like unless, like me, you don’t like presents.
Has anyone else noticed what an abnormal percentage of serial killers are named Richard?
I don’t know why I’m bringing this up. I’m really quite cheerful today.