Dammit-Dave Doesn’t Dare Part #1

Dave doesn’t dare discuss his “dozen desiccated desultory dames” didactically. A driven dude, disdainfully Dave does divulge devolved, disingenuous deeds all, by definition, dubious: Donkey Dissipation, Dahlia Defoliation, Dog Defamation, Deliberate Doughnut Deprivation, Denticular Deviation, Dorsal Denigration. Daily dodging his “desiccated dames” discreetly, Dave deftly diverts dame discussions, by default dwindling doughnut disbursement dramatically.

“But Dave!” I decry, doughnut deprived, “A dozen?”

“Discarded a dozen,” Dave delineates demonstratively, “Dehydrated deportment, definitely.”

“Damned delicious detail, Dave! Don’t desist, dude!” I demand. “Diffidence downright detracts.”

“Deformed Degenerates,” declares Dave, distractedly drumming digitally. “Ditched me designedly.”

Drat! Is Dave’s descent diversionary? Has deduced disquisition describing damaged doughnuts diverted? Dissembled down into dreaded didaction demonizing dames?