Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for February 16, 2024

And Lonny is sitting on his mount backwards.

She’s looking at the lone star of Texas and dreaming of Roy Rogers. The cowboy who got away.

Her panties are in a twist. And Roy Rogers. Hey Marilyn, I met him once. I was 10. Me and about 600 other kids.

Lois is swept away in thought.

She has plenty of enthusiasm. It’s just that her dream is to be a witch rather than a cowgirl.

Nothing like a good gallop around the living room. Yee-haw!

Maybe she simply doesn’t feel enthusiastic.

And Lois needs to ride side saddle……..

It’s hard to get into it when your doggies are tired.

{"Everybody warned me. Actually, he warned me! So many warnings…"}

Batteries in her broom are run down..

You got your yippity, but where is the Ki-Yay?

I wouldn’t touch that line with someone else’s broom. :)

Lois is just disappointed. She misunderstood when Lonny said he wanted to horse around.

Ah, Ballard Street — land of suggestive poses and bawdy euphemisms.

Good afternoon Balladeers!

Lois drifts off from time to time, dreaming of a luxury buckboard.

She’s waiting for Halloween.

Lois has a valid reason: splinters.

She thought it was her turn to wear the cowboy outfit!!!!!!! :)

another one for the great moments in phallic portraiture series… ☺