For all of you Hook naysayers . . .

The twenty-hundreds, or, for short-hand, the aughts is the preferred nomenclature.

Where ya goin' baby? You going to find the corpses?

. . . mockery.

Happy Hanukkah .

Kiss your ass.

Kiss his ass.

Kiss my ass.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas.

I know that monkey! His name's Donkey.

These were awful . . .
I still need to see the third one, though.

@mbs:
But don't you want to end world famine?

Bloodz vs. Wolvez

There once was a vampire named "Mable"
whose periods were heavy but stable.
So at every full moon,
she took out a spoon,
and drank herself under the table.

That's my third monocle this week, I simply must stop being so horrified.

WE CAN LIVE LIKE KINGS!!!

Hmm. Really makes you think.

PS: I love "The Money Pit"