"Then how come mine aren't hairy?"

Mine smells like ass. How about yours?

- Wow, that was great! Hey, where's my ring?

- After coming short of the world record for patty-caking by only 30 seconds, Ed looks at the offending hand that cost him fame, riches, and bucketloads of pussy.

- Then, as his amnesia subsided, and his memory came back, he finally remembered how to bitch slap. And all was good with the world.

"And if your palm is bigger than your face, you're a genius!"

-- Too nervous to remember his well-rehearsed pick-up lines, Bob once again checks his crib notes.

-- "No, no...I'm looking at my palm, not up your skirt!"

-- Bob is caught on film just as he realizes he could have had a V-8.

Boy, I sure hope that guy's name is Bob. Otherwise some of my captions are terrible.

Mary is right.

Unfortunately, this message board software strips extra spaces between words, so you'll just have to imagine two identical balloons filled with the text:

"When you are able to snatch this pebble from my hand, you will be ... damn!"

"I guess it DOES smell like lilac-scented carp!"

"No, that's not your phone number, either! I wrote it on my hand last night and..."

"Aren't we supposed to have a deck of cards?"