All we did was declare War on the most powerfull Nation on Earth. We are so BAD!

Saw that picture and thought "What is Brooke Adams doing with that crazy Milo guy?"

I went to the ER. The Doctor said I trying to get some painkillers and the Cops beat the crap outta me. But I stopped at the Waffle House and the eggs were pretty good!

He's out there. Watching. Waiting. I've got to get him before he gets me.

Let me check.

So instead of the Electric Chair and the Gas Chamber we will have the Electric Chamber?

"No . . . No! It's okay! I really thought you were a Man From Outer Space! You're not stupid! Don't give up! Look, I'll give you my Grandfather's Phone Number, he'll fall for it! He'll really think you're a Martian! Do you have a pen? His Number is . . ."

That was excellent. I had a friend who was insane and really good at Prank Phone Calls. He had cassettes and cassettes full of the funniest shit. He started drinking a lot and running around with strippers so his Wife dumped him. But he was funny.

Assassin!

You again!

Oh!

"Hey, where'd Wilco go?"

He wore his hangovers like a pair of boxers.

In the picture, did that guy on the left just finish fixing a Mic that shut down?

Oh, my. Oh, boy. Ouch! I hope Mom didn't hear that one! WHOA!

I've always wanted to see that.

Oh . . . Okay . . .

Yeah, that was good.

That was good!

Oh, okay.