Brevity by Dan Thompson for March 19, 2012

Must be the new political news show.

He must have graduated as the top of his class.

OK Susan, top this on your Spinet. “You Spin Me Round (Like a Record)”

I bet she could teach him how to really gyrate.

I hate to say it, but she looks a little top-heavy to me.

Then again, guys usually think that looks good in those tight tops.

Anyway… good comments tonight, everybody before me!And Baldy, was that a challenge?Funny — but I never consider it a contest, just a free-for-all.

Top o’ the mornin’ to y’all. Oh, wait, little late on that……

Maybe that’s why those all hyperactively perky little aerobics instructors always seem so dizzy and so tightly wound…it’s the spinning classes! I’ve always been tempted to stop by a gym and ask how much wool I’d need to bring if I wanted to sign up for spinning class….just to see their expressions.But that would be bad.

Miss Turvy I presume?

TOP IT! When in the whirl will it topple?

How do you top a car?Tep on the brake, tupid.

I hear it’s tops in its class

Somebody got their strings pulled here.

♫You’re the top!You’re the Coliseum.You’re the top!You’re the Louvre Museum….I’m a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop,But if, baby, I’m the bottom you’re the top!♫

That’s a lovely outfit she has on!

Can anyone explain yesterday’s panel? I know the band Blue Oyster Cult, but did not understand the Rolling-Stones-Sticky-Fingers tongue singing a Stones song. What was the overall joke?

J.Short, I think that would make her a yoyo! I didn’t see any blonde hair! Or did they make tops also?

Which Yoyo Man comes to mind now. Loved the Smother Brothers!

The Brothers Smothers are big heroes of mine. They seen their duty an’ they done it. I didn’t forget everything from the sixties…

Hey, I remember those spining tops. Me and Josh had a messof them when we were kids! What were they called?

I’m spinning like a top,all out of control,my ears go pop!I was made a fool.

Konrad — they weren’t Blue Oyster Cult; they had a Blue Oyster Cult poster on the wall, along with a Pearl Jam poster and one for Zinc.

Not actually the Stones either, but the spawning days of a mollusc band somewhere under the sea.

Still doing their own versions of hits from other bands, and waiting to be lifted from obscurity by the net, and ride their wave of fame.