DO NOT BLOCK FIRE EXIT!! (Stick Figure in Peril!)

BECAUSE THE ARSONIST NEEDS AN ESCAPE ROUTE!!



Till next we meet ...

Tonight, on CBS ... CSI: New Snore-leans

Nap? Or crime scene?

It's hard to know for sure.

We'll have to call that smug, chubby guy from the crime lab with the smug, chubby beard so he and his beard can come over and be smug and chubby together.

So far, preliminary ballistics, GSR, ninhydrin and DNA testing all point to "sleepy".


Till next we meet ...

Here At Lady Macbeth Railways ...

"X" marks the damn'ed spot!

Till next we meet ...

"No, Mr. Bond! I Expect You To Dine!"

While not all blessed with "Bond girl" good looks, some members of the family were forced to work to earn an honest living.

I suspect the same must have been true for Mono- through Septopussy.



Till next we meet ...

"R2-D2! Have You Seen My Upper Thigh?"

I'm not entirely sure what's going on here ...

... but I think C3P-O may have finally gotten that operation he's always wanted.



Till next we meet ...

I'll Be Honest, The Internet ...

You know ...

... to tell you the truth ...

... seriously ...

I don't have the first goddamn clue what you want from me anymore.



Till next we meet ...

Yes, The Rumors Are True.

I am a gigantic nerd.

Need proof?

I see this sign every morning on the train on my way to work.

And every morning ... I mean every single morning ... I am seized by the urge to add: "EXCEPT ON PARTY BUSINESS."

Hobbiton represents, bitchezz.



Till next we meet ...