tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395763.post2353478983418800998..comments2023-09-23T11:07:44.228-04:00Comments on On Rush Hour in D.C.: Caption This PhotoJanet Kincaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01396294382570650966noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395763.post-74067723475119731602007-06-17T00:39:00.000-04:002007-06-17T00:39:00.000-04:00Courtney: (He says nothing, but his eyes are shoot...Courtney: (He says nothing, but his eyes are shooting Larson the "I-told-you-so" look.)<BR/><BR/><BR/>Murtha: It will take me TEN days to get the troops out of Iraq.<BR/><BR/>Larson: I think pigs are flying out of his butt.<BR/><BR/>- PhoebeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395763.post-49648873422764460732007-06-15T09:39:00.000-04:002007-06-15T09:39:00.000-04:00Courtney thinks:Somehow I can't muster up much con...Courtney thinks:<BR/><BR/><I>Somehow I can't muster up much concern for any of these issues. I LIVE IN A BASEMENT APARTMENT, people. In the dark. With only a TV for company. GAH, the light! It's so bright and confusing!</I>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395763.post-91245023153713653012007-06-14T23:29:00.000-04:002007-06-14T23:29:00.000-04:00Goodness. I need to get my eyes checked.I thought...Goodness. I need to get my eyes checked.<BR/><BR/>I thought the sign above them said "<B>Vagina</B> Attack Submarine".Sideonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00563675498159890372noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395763.post-64817506766133937772007-06-14T23:24:00.000-04:002007-06-14T23:24:00.000-04:00Yes sir, we know, big shoes and big gloves.Yes sir, we know, big shoes and big gloves.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395763.post-28120323431241134002007-06-14T18:54:00.000-04:002007-06-14T18:54:00.000-04:00This funny stuff. No really you don't have anythin...This funny stuff. No really you don't have anything else to do?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395763.post-72209247191623115562007-06-14T17:46:00.000-04:002007-06-14T17:46:00.000-04:00Larson: What... what is that smell?Courtney: Don't...Larson: What... what <I>is</I> that smell?<BR/>Courtney: Don't look at <I>me</I>honeykbeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05691024571941093898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395763.post-10962388946566089242007-06-13T21:03:00.000-04:002007-06-13T21:03:00.000-04:00I think Murtha has his hand on the window at Mervy...I think Murtha has his hand on the window at Mervyn's saying...<BR/>"open open open"Terri@SteelMagnoliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11784173081245407124noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395763.post-9590210854774860682007-06-13T05:34:00.000-04:002007-06-13T05:34:00.000-04:00By the power invested in me...you're healed!By the power invested in me...you're healed!sylvia/ticklethepearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17156259434632786994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395763.post-4618586073716340912007-06-13T03:56:00.000-04:002007-06-13T03:56:00.000-04:00Chili was once again served down in the Congressio...Chili was once again served down in the Congressional canteen. Murtha had two bowls!hm-ukhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15123301692688850355noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395763.post-15787500044732637172007-06-12T23:05:00.000-04:002007-06-12T23:05:00.000-04:00Murtha: Yep! These really are my hands.Or....Larso...Murtha: Yep! These really are my hands.<BR/><BR/>Or....<BR/><BR/>Larson: I don't see the strings?<BR/>Courtney: Search me!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com