I'll show you my CAPTION if you show me yours

[underpants]

[onebigbadwulf]

1. What's that thar say? ....

Cap...Cap...Cap'n crunch? Heh heh I love that cereal.

[xultar]

2. Now ya see, mine is nice, I told you mine was bigger your's I can bearly C

[cosmicdot]

3. Scot Lord Robertson whispers: yeah, OK, so I invoked Article V ...

... and, appreciate the money you're counting out in my hand for doing so ... I've gotten much less or nothing at all for doing much more than my job ... I'm by no means a Nelson Mandela who deserved one of these medals ... but, do I have to give it all back once it's proven you did it in the first place ... does this make me part of the cover-up?

W: could you speak English please, can't understand a word you're saying

:spank:

[skip fox]

4. W. is "thinking": "Why the hell did I ever let them talk me into becoming

president? They said I'd get to hang out with cool people and stuff, like back at the frat house, but all the time I'm having to talk with stupid geeks, like economists and science guys. Sh*t . . .! If we'd get one of these guys at the frathouse back in '67, we'd have them pissing themselves on the quad before noon! I guarantee. Hell, I used to take the Polaroids. Now, I gotta talk to them like I give half-a-sh*t. . . . Boy, what I wouldn't give for a waterhose right now and a couple of my frat brothers to hold him down. Geez, it's really tough being president sometimes."