Not To Put Too Fine A Point On It
2nd place in Derby #138: Band Names Reinterpreted, with 983 votes!
“I gotta tell you, Don. I just don’t see it.”
“Hoo HOO, friend Sancho. Clearly, a spell has been placed upon your eyes to deceive you. For there in yonder valley I see not one, not two, but thirty or forty hulking…”
“Windmills, Don. They’re windmills. I mean, yeah, they’re really big, but still windmills.”
“But their arms! Tell me you do not see their long arms flailing about there in the distance.”
“Those are the spinning sails of the aforementioned windmills, actually. Can’t really say they remind me of arms at all.
“Really? You don’t think they might be…”
“Nope. Not in the slightest.”
“Well, maybe I’ll go down there and stab one anyway. Just to be sure.”
“Of course, Don. Have fun with that.”
Wear this shirt: while pondering how the sun works.
Don’t wear this shirt: if you continually refer to Istanbul as Constantinople. It’s not, you know.
This shirt tells the world: “Quixote Man, Quixote Man. Quixote Man hates Giant Man. They have a fight. Windmill wins. Quixote Man.”
We call this color: Minimum WHIIIIIITE!!! HEYA!
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