The New Yorker Cartoon Anti-Caption Contest #137
Submit the worst possible caption for this New Yorker cartoon. Click here for details. Click here to see last week's results.
This week's honorees selected by guest judge Vance Lehmkuhl
Winner
"If your old bitch dead mother could see us now! Me with not one, but TWO flat screen TeeVees and you dancing around like an idiot on that couch of hers. Not to mention using her prized place mats for fun. I hope she's roasting in Hell." --SK
Finalists
"No, Mr. Reynolds, I do not consider putting crosses on those meat cleavers to be "cleverly concealing" them in any manner. If your heart is set on this killing spree, you're just going to have to come up with something more plausible." --kejo
"Hey, wait, did you signal a space there? I can't tell if you're trying to say 'therapist' or 'the rapist.' Well, either way, you've come to the right office, if you know what I mean." --Jacob C
Honorable mention
"Of course your wife doesn't understand you. Have you ever thought of communicating without those fucking flags?" --GilbertBob
"N dash dash dash dash... I'm sorry, I'm not following you here." --Deborah
"You would be much easier to understand if you stood facing me instead of perpendicularly. Still, the mere concept is amusing and would make a delightful cartoon." --Francis
"F-A L-O-V-E-S P-A? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" --jim M
Comments
[singing] Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled....
Posted by: kejo | March 10, 2008 9:40 AM
If you fall off that couch and break both your legs, don't come running to me.
Posted by: JohnnyB | March 10, 2008 9:41 AM
Aaaaaah, Jamaica: No worries there. Yes, i'm sure it helped with your anxiety and those flags will be a symbolic reminder to stay calm. Now sit the fuck down.
Posted by: JohnnyB | March 10, 2008 9:43 AM
You are a stark, raving lunatic.
Your struggles to communicate continue, Randolph. I think you need to start coming in twice a week.
Posted by: JohnnyB | March 10, 2008 9:45 AM
J - U - N - G
analytical psychology!
Posted by: JohnnyB | March 10, 2008 9:48 AM
"Ha! That's a good one. I love seeing puns in semaphore."
Posted by: Deborah | March 10, 2008 9:49 AM
"Your semaphore is giving me a semi... for?"
Posted by: Dan McCoy | March 10, 2008 9:59 AM
“I suggest reading Signalmund Freud.”
Posted by: dwilk | March 10, 2008 10:00 AM
No, Mr. MacGregor, you do not have to be crazy to be a member of the Scottish National Party. But yes, it does help.
Posted by: kejo | March 10, 2008 10:02 AM
T...H...E...C...U...R...E...F...O...R...B...A...L...D...N...E...S...S...I...S....Great Scott! I think we have a breakthrough!
Posted by: kejo | March 10, 2008 10:06 AM
I see flags man...you don't see the flags? Oh wow..it's all in color...who's the shrink now, man...it's, like, a really deep question..I totally get what you're saying now...It's all, like, symbolic, cool...
Posted by: simsburybear | March 10, 2008 10:08 AM
Well, Mr. Gerson, I think I preferred those Jasper Johns paintings in their frames, but what say I just add an extra $700,000 to your bill, okay?
Posted by: kejo | March 10, 2008 10:14 AM
No, Mr. Reynolds, I do not consider putting crosses on those meat cleavers to be "cleverly concealing" them in any manner. If your heart is set on this killing spree, you're just going to have to come up with something more plausible.
Posted by: kejo | March 10, 2008 10:43 AM
"This was a very positive session, Tom. Very soon, I truly believe your ship will come in."
Posted by: gary | March 10, 2008 10:46 AM
"Tee hee! Well, our cruise ship may be going down in the middle of the Gulf, but your cute "SOS" antics have certainly brought a smile to our last moments."
Posted by: Vance | March 10, 2008 10:49 AM
"OK, I'm going to write you a prescription for an anti-popinjay. Take it twice a day."
"Bill, this is quite a stirring rendition of 'No More Kings,' but Schoolhouse rock is somewhat off our subject for today. What I'd really like to talk about is where you may have hidden your mother's body."
Posted by: gary | March 10, 2008 10:51 AM
"I have no idea who you are, pal, but get the fuck off my couch."
Posted by: Vance | March 10, 2008 10:51 AM
"You sailors and your humor. When I said 'Could I have a TEA?...' well, I guess you got me that time!
"After counselling you my diagnosis is that you are a 'Faming Flag-got'!"
"Hey, no standing on the couch... I have sex there!"
"I have to say, getting sick on a cruise ship isn't fun, but when your name is called in the doctor's waiting room, it's whimsical!"
Posted by: Johnny V | March 10, 2008 11:06 AM
"Hmmmm, so that's it, eh? Your ideal sexual fantasy? Yes, I can see why she told you to have your stuff out of the apartment by noon. By the way: Off the couch."
Posted by: Vance | March 10, 2008 11:10 AM
"Heh! Yes, verrrrry entertaining, Marvin - You're a joy! Wha-? Texting "911" on my Blackberry? Noooo, nooo, I'm just taking notes! 'gII' stands for, uh, 'Great Improvisational Ingenuity.'"
Posted by: Vance | March 10, 2008 11:21 AM
My Father: "'S,' very good, TG. But don't bend at the elbow like that. Now you just keep practicing while I inject this sandwich with steroids." [true story]
"When they told me participation in reality television would be mandatory under President McCain I didn't believe them. But now here I am on 'Semaphore Therapy Island.' Why, oh why, did I vote for Hillary? "
Posted by: TG Gibbon | March 10, 2008 11:27 AM
"You seem to be signalling that you'd like to quit therapy. Clearly that's something we'll have to discuss in great detail over the next several weeks."
Posted by: GilbertBob | March 10, 2008 11:31 AM
"So let me get this straight: Something bad happened to you in your childhood... on Runway 3 at JFK Airport!"
Posted by: GilbertBob | March 10, 2008 11:33 AM
"Tell me about your mother... - hmmm, she likes Seamen, Sperm Whales and enjoys the swallows. Ok, that explains a lot!"
Posted by: Roro | March 10, 2008 11:34 AM
"Of course your wife doesn't understand you. Have you ever thought of communicating without those fucking flags?"
Posted by: GilbertBob | March 10, 2008 11:35 AM
"And you can only achieve orgasm while waving these semaphore flags?"
Posted by: GilbertBob | March 10, 2008 11:37 AM
"Well, you managed to spell out three words in this week's session. But unfortunately we have to stop now."
Posted by: GilbertBob | March 10, 2008 11:38 AM
"Awww, how did you know I was a racist?"
Posted by: Francis | March 10, 2008 11:38 AM
"I'm for, you're for, we're all for SEM-aphore!"
Posted by: Francis | March 10, 2008 11:47 AM
Podorski & Friedmann -- TREATISE SEXUALIS -- Univ. of Indiana Press (1978) : "The experiences of naval flight-deck officers only very rarely translate to good effect within a bedroom context in the aftermath of service".
Posted by: Sam L. | March 10, 2008 12:11 PM
(scribbling in notebook) ...i find it ironic that mr. bradford has chosen to vist me - an african-american psychoanalyst - to treat his obsession with tiny confederate flags...
Posted by: firebus | March 10, 2008 12:23 PM
If I'm getting this correctly, why yes, you certainly can has cheezburger. This is quite a breakthrough.
Posted by: therblig | March 10, 2008 12:24 PM
"You would be much easier to understand if you stood facing me instead of perpendicularly. Still, the mere concept is amusing and would make a delightful cartoon."
Posted by: Francis | March 10, 2008 12:25 PM
“If you could land one plane safely would that silence the chief petty officer?”
Posted by: dwilk | March 10, 2008 12:26 PM
To think that it took semaphore for me to recognize my delusion of being a psychiatrist. Thank you doctor, I'm ready to switch places now.
Posted by: therblig | March 10, 2008 12:28 PM
"Yes, yes, I think there may be many out there who might appreciate your anxiety over Bush's low right-wing as he flew in for that carrier-landing off San Diego-- but it would be a personal tragedy in your own life if, due to a little incident of that sort, you should permit your personality to become rooted in the past..... frozen, as it were...."
Posted by: Sam L. | March 10, 2008 12:44 PM
I think I understand. You feel guilty and want to do pennants.
Posted by: therblig | March 10, 2008 12:46 PM
Why didn't you tell me you were mute?
Welcome to the SS Reuptake Inhibitor!
Posted by: Amy | March 10, 2008 12:55 PM
"No, a little higher. Perfect. Now hold it there while I get the hammer and nails."
Posted by: Joshua | March 10, 2008 1:27 PM
"You may want to consider recommending your technique to Mr. Adam's for his next 'Hitchhiker's Guide', particularly in view of the fact that there could be eventual royalties for you as a result -- hint! hint! ; meanwhile, might I suggest that we return to the issue at hand-- your almost constant, and often rather inappropriate, 'hyper-activity'."
Posted by: Sam L. | March 10, 2008 1:43 PM
Let me know if you're planning on doing the entire "Quadrophenia" libretto, because I'll need to clear my schedule and get some coffee.
Posted by: therblig | March 10, 2008 1:52 PM
"M-O-T-H-E-R ..., aha!"
Posted by: stcoleridge | March 10, 2008 2:49 PM
“Flag-man, you crazy bastard!”
Posted by: al in la | March 10, 2008 3:00 PM
"Then I bit her nose off and fed it to my goldfish. But enough about me. Let's talk about you."
Posted by: dwilk | March 10, 2008 3:13 PM
"N dash dash dash dash... I'm sorry, I'm not following you here."
Posted by: Deborah | March 10, 2008 3:26 PM
Pardon me -- did you notice if the last guy who went in had a vulture with him or am I just crazy?
Posted by: Jason Olshefsky | March 10, 2008 3:40 PM
"Yes, but it still doesn't explain why we're wearing clothes from the 1970s."
Posted by: shadysidelantern | March 10, 2008 3:53 PM
"How long has it been since you could verbalize your thoughts to a left-hander?"
Posted by: shadysidelantern | March 10, 2008 3:54 PM
"Mr. Jensen, you'll need to stand in front of one of those windows or the other to get your message through."
Posted by: shadysidelantern | March 10, 2008 3:58 PM
"Excellent.... and now with a judicious admixture of more primitive hand-signals , I think we may profitably proceed with your analysis. This increasingly 'challenged' hearing faculty of mine has forced me over the years to draw that couch ever closer to my chair-- resulting, I must confess, in the self-discovery at last of a rather subtle case of 'homophobia' , an affliction whose on-set might have been noted far earlier in my practice had the hearing loss occured at a less gradual rate. .......And now, would you please go and put that custom-tailored, padded-shouldered suit- coat back on, while I de-fog these glasses ?"
Posted by: Sam L. | March 10, 2008 4:18 PM
"OHhhhhh, I see... all this time I thought you meant you needed HELP, but you really just wanted to be part of the promotion for that Beatles movie. Well, sorry, Jerome, but that ship has sailed."
Posted by: Vance | March 10, 2008 5:10 PM
Forget confidentiality--I'm selling this one to Reader's Digest! Because laughter really is the best medicine.
Posted by: LK | March 10, 2008 6:28 PM
"Semaphore has really helped you connect with your true feelings. Now we can work on why you're smiling while thinking about mass murder."
"Can you point to where on your body the priest touched you?"
"I don't have any flags. Can I wave my penis?"
Posted by: MAtt | March 10, 2008 6:30 PM
"What is this now?...You're telling me you want to...Oh I see: 'THRILL SOMEONE.' You want to "Thrill Someone." Well I'm thrilled that we finally found a way to communicate."
Posted by: al in la | March 10, 2008 6:40 PM
"Hey, wait, did you signal a space there? I can't tell if you're trying to say 'therapist' or 'the rapist.' Well, either way, you've come to the right office, if you know what I mean."
Posted by: Jacob C | March 10, 2008 6:41 PM
I don't speak flag! Tell me about your mother, now.
Posted by: Jessica | March 10, 2008 7:16 PM
“No No No, Cosgrove, not flag elation. Flagellation.”
Posted by: dwilk | March 10, 2008 7:17 PM
who's there?
Posted by: tito | March 10, 2008 7:21 PM
And how does that make you feel?
Posted by: Walt | March 10, 2008 8:07 PM
So, use of flags leaves you vexed? Hmmm, that IS obscure.
Posted by: therblig | March 10, 2008 8:38 PM
yes I too am fond of Jamaica
Posted by: martin | March 10, 2008 8:52 PM
"That's right, I like the swatch in your right hand for recovering my chair, and the fabric in your left hand for the couch."
"OK, if I take the flag and hold it on my left hip, then will you get off my couch and leave?"
Posted by: LV | March 10, 2008 9:39 PM
"James, need I remind you of my hourly rate"
"Fred, at this rate you won't finish the intake questions by my retirement."
"Ok, we're even. Now you are wasting my time."
Posted by: C@LMike | March 10, 2008 11:20 PM
"Because I'm Warren Fucking Buffett, that's why! When I say "jump", don't ask how high; just do it. And when I tell you to guide a 747 into my therapist's office, the same rule applies, capiche?"
Posted by: mypalmike | March 11, 2008 12:04 AM
"Congratulations, Phil. You've conquered your three biggest fears: heights, parades, and having rubber bands wrapped around your upper arms."
Posted by: mypalmike | March 11, 2008 12:16 AM
"Dammit Jim, I'm a doctor not a vexillologist."
"Please don't stand on the edge of the couch. I'm afraid you'll fall and ruin my limited-edition Gahan Wilson autographed carpet."
Note to self - never get stuck in Scotland during the World Cup.
Posted by: Kurt | March 11, 2008 12:24 AM
Doctor, I may be stark raving mad but my hands, used in the service of ancient symbolic communication, trumps your annoying habit of writing on white bread.
Posted by: Gary Goldsmith | March 11, 2008 1:42 AM
Doctor, I'll be ready to talk about my masturbatory routine after I berth the Queen Mary.
Posted by: Gary Goldsmith | March 11, 2008 1:45 AM
"Please put those back in their frames, and not upside down."
Posted by: Kosmicki | March 11, 2008 1:51 AM
Doc, That last pattern means I love your memory foam couch. This similarly looking pattern means I'm a stark raving lunatic who dreams of fucking llamas.
Posted by: Gary Goldsmith | March 11, 2008 2:01 AM
"Fàileadh na mara. Feamainn a’ grodadh!"
Posted by: mypalmike | March 11, 2008 2:03 AM
" I understand why writing a dissertation on an obscure dialect in flag semaphore might drive you crazy."
Posted by: Kosmicki | March 11, 2008 2:05 AM
Yes, Marvin, I can see that they would make lovely blinds for my ridiculously small windows, but do you think we could try something less Scottish?
Posted by: Chrisco | March 11, 2008 7:38 AM
"B..E..L..L....B..O..T..T..."
Posted by: shadysidelantern | March 11, 2008 8:27 AM
"You either have Parkinson's or a stutter."
"The first step in treating your semaphore Tourette's is handing over the flags."
"I'm dyslexic so could you face the other way?"
Posted by: LR | March 11, 2008 9:44 AM
Foxtrot-Uniform-Charlie-Kilo
Yankee-Oscar-Uniform
Delta-Oscar-Charlie-Tango-Oscar-Romeo !
Posted by: Dan | March 11, 2008 10:23 AM
"Mr. Johnson...Have you considered that the flags may represent your unconscious desire for flamboyance? Of course…sometimes a flag is just a flag.”
Posted by: Dan | March 11, 2008 10:26 AM
"What the...why, THANKS! Don't mind if I DO!!"
Posted by: Chris | March 11, 2008 11:23 AM
If your old bitch dead mother could see us now! Me with not one, but TWO flat screen TeeVees and you dancing around like an idiot on that couch of hers. Not to mention using her prized place mats for fun. I hope she's roasting in Hell.
Posted by: SK | March 11, 2008 12:48 PM
Norman, don't be ashamed of your OCD. I began to gesticulate with flags as crew captain for State. Naturally wind resistance slowed us down, made our boat unstable. The entire crew drowned but I survived. I sought solace in the study of psychology and became the world renowned clinician I am today.
Posted by: Gary Goldsmith | March 11, 2008 2:09 PM
"Hangin' ten on the SOfaaaa...doin' the semaphore...hangin' ten semaphoremeister..."
Posted by: Chris | March 11, 2008 2:17 PM
"Actually, Terry, when your classmates taunted you in high school, they weren't yelling 'Flag it!' ..."
Posted by: Stevo Darkly | March 11, 2008 4:24 PM
"Yes, yes. And long may they wave. Over 'the couch of the free,' and 'the recliner of the brave.' Very good, yes."
Posted by: Stevo Darkly | March 11, 2008 4:26 PM
"I see you are making progress with regard to your fear of white X's -- both the ones that are flattened horizontally and the ones that are stretched vertically. Excellent!"
Posted by: Stevo Darkly | March 11, 2008 4:29 PM
"I can't help but notice that you are trying to draw attention to your swollen, phallic necktie."
Posted by: Stevo Darkly | March 11, 2008 4:32 PM
“Try flaming-flagged-fagot 3 times fast.”
Posted by: dwilk | March 11, 2008 8:17 PM
"Were you born in a barn!? GET THE FUCK OFF MY COUCH!"
/nothin
Posted by: Brian L | March 11, 2008 8:50 PM
"You kids have got things so easy now. When I was your age, I had to stand on a wooden bench and wave dirty rags hung on birch branches!"
Posted by: Glime | March 11, 2008 9:00 PM
"If this is the best you can do, your mother will never have sex with you."
Posted by: KG | March 11, 2008 9:02 PM
"That hairpiece has really put new life back in you, Herman. Let me try it. Please, please, please?"
Posted by: Keithy | March 11, 2008 9:06 PM
"I'm totally turned on! I'd say it's time to plant that thing."
Posted by: Toddy | March 11, 2008 9:16 PM
"Deutschland Uber Alles! No, forget it, Michael. It's just...not the same. Goddammit."
"You fag. America rules."
"I have to give it to you boy: this is the most fucking difficult game of charades I've played in my life."
Posted by: NecroDew | March 11, 2008 11:25 PM
" :) "
Posted by: Brian L | March 12, 2008 1:50 AM
Note to self: How can I tell him that I love him in-spite of that weird flag obsession?
Posted by: Gary Goldsmith | March 12, 2008 2:30 AM
I think we should discuss your predilection towards children first.
Posted by: Gary Goldsmith | March 12, 2008 2:41 AM
"Fifty years ago a real life psychoanalyst might still have a couch like this in his office and write in a little pad as I am doing now. Thank goodness we are just pretending here in this whimsical burlesque lo these many years later, and are not depending on such ineffective methodologies and archaic conventions in earnest!"
Posted by: J.D. | March 12, 2008 2:52 AM
"White people are crazy."
Posted by: J.D. | March 12, 2008 2:54 AM
Note to self: I'm going to torture and dismember him.
Posted by: Gary Goldsmith | March 12, 2008 3:01 AM
"No, seriously, my interest is flagging."
Posted by: Joshua | March 12, 2008 3:18 AM
"What? You weren't signaling me to put my dick in this sandwich? Well, I give up."
Posted by: john prendergast | March 12, 2008 12:00 PM
"Thank goodness we have both been neutered."
Posted by: J.D. | March 12, 2008 12:51 PM
"You're not going to convince me you're racist scum until you put some stars on those bars."
Posted by: jim M | March 12, 2008 2:15 PM
"F-A L-O-V-E-S P-A? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Posted by: jim M | March 12, 2008 2:21 PM
"Wait, wait. 'This...is...Sofa...King...good.'? Hmmm. I don't get...Hey! Wait a minute!! Harris, you got me again!!"
Posted by: Tim H | March 12, 2008 2:39 PM
Let me see if I get this right, okay?
You were using this semaphore message to retrieve your vulture and it flew into the wrong apartment and it's now in the service of a brutal industrialist who uses your vulture as a type of beard in order to deflect snide remarks that might be made against him. Your pain seems appropriate.
Posted by: Gary Goldsmith | March 12, 2008 3:11 PM
I don't care if you CAN talk dirty in semaphore, 3 diamonds is the best I can do.
Posted by: PLW | March 12, 2008 3:38 PM
"I see! So you wanted to get caught because you really, really, really hate Albany."
Posted by: al in la | March 12, 2008 4:03 PM
Yes Iko, I see how that would have been tramatic. But you still haven't explained why he set your flag on fire
Posted by: NuTs | March 12, 2008 7:52 PM
"Hmmmm, I don't know, Gary. You seem to have Attention Abundance Disorder if you ask me."
Posted by: Anonymous | March 12, 2008 7:54 PM
"I don't know, how many voice-boxers does it take to screw in a light bulb? 'You tell me, I couldn't understand them?' Hey, that's pretty good!"
Posted by: Mike in LA | March 12, 2008 10:17 PM
"Wow! How did you pull both photos out of the frames on my wall and attach sticks to them so fast?"
Posted by: Harry | March 12, 2008 11:29 PM
Much has been written about our situation here in the form of witty captions but so far no one has suggested anything useful for my lunatic patient. And at least one of you out there has zillions of hours of free time.
Posted by: Gary Goldsmith | March 13, 2008 1:06 AM
"Of course I have diplomas. Grahram Wilson has just gotten a little lazy in his old age, that's all."
Posted by: Mrs. Wilson | March 13, 2008 2:10 AM
Hello, this is technical support here to fix your Apple. This is my clumsy but cute assistant. Oh shit that was last weeks cartoon.
Posted by: Gary Goldsmith | March 13, 2008 5:02 AM
"Yes, I am enjoying our hour together. But I do hope the authorities don't discover that I had you travel across state lines for these purposes."
Posted by: RichM | March 13, 2008 7:28 AM
No, you misunderstood. I was asking for SOME METAphors.
Posted by: Grizzly Dad | March 13, 2008 10:32 AM
"Oh, I get it now! You're parking your 'S' on the couch again.
"I'm sorry I took so long figuring that out. I was having trouble interpreting your left arm position, you see--it's like you have an accent in semaphore!
"Anyway, that was a fun diversion. So thank you!"
Posted by: David F | March 13, 2008 10:56 AM
"Veni vidi who-needs-a-pill-when-they-do-the-mambo-o-leevio!"
Posted by: Chris | March 13, 2008 2:05 PM
Stealing the little flags off a diplomatic car is a crime that of such severity that it voids the doctor patient confidentiality agreement. I have no choice but to turn you in. Your therapy will likely continue in the minimum security lock up chosen by your sentencing judge. Your neck tie will be confiscated so as to mitigate the risk of masturbatory self asphyxiation.
Posted by: boneguy | March 13, 2008 2:13 PM
Tee hee! I just figured out that "Gahan Wilson" is an anagram of "Showing Anal", which, by an amazing coincidence, is the title of the DVD I have ready in the DVD player. Wanna watch? Then put down those silly flags, Chester! Also, take off your shirt and your pants!
Posted by: kejo | March 13, 2008 3:15 PM
1:06 AM. 5:02 AM. Who has zillions of hours?
Posted by: Candice | March 13, 2008 8:18 PM
I do. But my planet rotates much faster relative to Earth.
Posted by: Gary Goldsmith | March 13, 2008 9:33 PM
F! cha-cha-cha
R! cha-cha-cha
E! cha-cha-cha
U! cha-cha-cha
D! cha-cha-cha
Sigmund Freud yeah! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Posted by: Dan | March 14, 2008 12:06 AM
Let's start you on 20mg of Prozac a day and increase the dosage by 10mg every month until the feelings of hopefulness pass.
Posted by: Shawn | March 14, 2008 12:48 AM
Let me see...
"I remember Sally. She dated this self-styled anarchist/comic Armondo sometime in the 1930's. Now Sally was a corn-fed girl from Iowa with small appetites. So here was poor Sally with Armondo, a bisexual practical joker who loved animals...."
Do you think that the comedy here is forced, too easily contrived? What do you think? BTW, what's up with those flags?
Posted by: Gary Goldsmith | March 14, 2008 12:49 AM
“I could see you hanging on your every word.”
Posted by: dwilk | March 14, 2008 1:06 AM
How many therapist does it take to change a light bulb?
Only one unless in terrible debilitating pain.
Posted by: Gary Goldsmith | March 14, 2008 1:07 AM
And loving every minute of it.
Posted by: Gary Goldsmith | March 14, 2008 1:10 AM
"Go ahead!...Let your freak flags fly."
Posted by: al in la | March 14, 2008 2:38 AM
"S E N D H E L P! M Y L E F T E L B O W I S D I S L O C A T E D '
Posted by: Dr. Sumguy | March 14, 2008 4:11 PM
"S E N D H E L P! M Y L E F T E L B O W I S D I S L O C A T E D '
Posted by: Dr. Sumguy | March 14, 2008 4:11 PM
(thinks to self)...10 g's just to declare this wack-job unfit to stand trial for sodomizing his therapist? Easy money...
HEY! Keep that flag where I can see it!
Posted by: NuTs | March 14, 2008 7:38 PM
Don’t you think it's about time you joined the twenty first century and got a hearing aid?
Posted by: Chris Dudden | March 15, 2008 6:33 AM
LOUDER! I can't hear you!
Posted by: hebdaug | March 15, 2008 6:18 PM
Slow down, Mr. Henshaw, I don't quite get what you're trying to wave.
Posted by: hebdaug | March 15, 2008 6:23 PM
Yes, I think we could go up on the Klonopin a bit.
Posted by: hebdaug | March 15, 2008 6:28 PM
You're avoiding again, Jeremy.
Posted by: hebdaug | March 15, 2008 6:35 PM
"I missed the earlier signs of you're coming out."
Posted by: C@LMike | March 16, 2008 12:50 PM
"That's lovely, James. But you're here to get in touch with your feelings, not practice your rhythmic gymnastics routine."
Posted by: Mike in LA | March 16, 2008 4:37 PM
"Are you finished? Can you please return my diplomas to their frames now??"
Posted by: Mike in LA | March 16, 2008 4:40 PM
"I missed the earlier signs that you're coming out."
(Grammar fix)
Posted by: c@LMike | March 16, 2008 6:33 PM
"No soap, radio."
Posted by: djack | March 16, 2008 9:34 PM
"Very nice. So, you're beginning to understand the importance of turn signals?...That children don't need to die because you have call coming in on your cel?...I think the judge will be very pleased."
Posted by: al in la | March 17, 2008 3:15 AM
Unfortunately, I think it's "Fa Love Pa" not "Fa Loves Pa".
Posted by: numbertwopencil | March 22, 2008 3:13 AM