Comic Showcase: The Son Also Rises
A Thousand Clones
Capricorn One
2010
Porter Goss, International Man of Mystery
How Dubya Saved Xmas
The Dick Who Came to Dinner
Everybody loves Dick
Fantastic Innerspace Voyage
Sealab 2021
It's a Dubya Life
Nannygate
The Bushy Knoll
Why is today different from all other days?
Dubya's Hubble Trouble
Dubya v. Saddam
Bizzarroworld
Operation American Freedom
Dubya's Improbable History
Supersize this
Eat me!
The $10,000 Martini
The $3500 Scotch
The $750 Lemonade
Chocolate Chunks
Chocolate Chunks in "Half-Baked Alaska"
Staples: Yeah, we got fat
X-treme
When I awoke, my head felt like Barry Bonds had been using it for batting practice. My mouth was drier than a Steven Wright monologue in a Mormon church in the Dry Tortugas.
I lit up a cigarette. I started coughing like Morton Downey, Jr. playing "Camille" at the Hollywood Bowl during a smog alert. Then I remembered I didn't smoke. I tried to remember last night.
Oh, yeah. The Stripcreator's Ball. Everybody was there. Usually, on days like this, I have to do two things-- remember where I left my car, and return the one I took. But today I had other questions.
