What did Doremi Fasolati do?
Worked for scale?
Isn’t that what they call a name-fulfilling prophecy?
An eponymous epiphany?
Are we feeling alliterative today?
Do you consider that a desirable derivative from the droll dross usually directed here?
Can’t you do better than only six words starting with D out of 14?
Can’t you think of any better sentences yourself?
Can’t you sound more kinki?
Can I get back to you on that?
Is that a kinki euphemism?
Are you ever going to put up a nice alliterative post? 
How about, “She sells seashells by the seashore”?
I don’t know, how about it?
Perhaps Sally sells something else by the seashore?
She sells sodomy by said seashore?
Would it be the first time?
Who wants to know?
And how much are you willing to pay?
Perhaps the perverted purveyor of peninsular polyplacophorans preambles her purview with picturesque (though prosaic) pandering to, er, “pickled peppers”?