I'm going to puke!

You've got my balls. I've got your ...

I don't remember your name

You're my kind of bitch!

We are the earth--Earth First!--We are the earth

--Brant

no wonder you work in marketing!

Seriously, could you do any better?

See Paris, kiss me and die

Prize jackpotting again. The captions simply didn't live up to the photo opportunity.

Where are we, London or Washington?

even the one-eyed man can't see.

All I've got is hair--hair is all I need!

Get them in by Sunday. Winner announced on Monday.

"Hmmm! Is that the smell of burning green-backs?"

Gorden...

"No, that's my brown-back."

That was the best sex since the last sex

I'm doing this for England

My fly's open

Let's switch countries

Nope, in the spirit of the times Glenn is indulging in monetary inflation. When that C-note arrives in the winner's mailbox, Ben Franklin will have Mickey Mouse ears.

...that Brown doesn't need to rim Greenies. They're already in the bag - signed, sealed and delivered.

He needs to 'rim' other world leaders from the third world, India, China and any other country with a modicum of interest in industrialisation.

Unless of course you're of the opinion that Brown is not nearly radical enough, which I don't think is the case.

..."Monckton and Beck have been the cause of me having to rim twice as many Greenies as usual to get this Copenhagen thing in the bag for us."

That's pretty filthy.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

...jackpotted?

I'm not gonna come back in until it reaches $100.

"Keep smearing the lube Gordy boy - Obama wants your ass"

Anything you can do I can do worse, I can do anything worse than you!

Pelosi: 'Screw the voters before 2010', that's my new election slogan!

Brown: Oh Nancy, can I be your campaign manager? I'm going to need a job about then.

but please ignore that whiff of organic tofu when we kiss...Monckton and Beck have been the cause of me having to rim twice as many Greenies as usual to get this Copenhagen thing in the bag for us.

We're going down together

Having deftly slipped his wedding ring into his pocket, Gordon steadied himself and prepared to deliver the pick up line that had never failed him on Friday night in the fleshpots of Cowdenbeath "Lassie, you look sexier than a week old Haggis and you smell like it too."

Gordon had succeeded in quietening the sound of the fart that had ruffled his hair, but the look on Nancy's face proved that he hadn't managed to quell the stench. Curiously though, she seemed to be enjoying it...

Pelosi: Sensei, how much longer do I have to practice communism until I become a fully fledged Marxist like you?

Brown: "'till your eyes is like mine grasshopper...."

Brown: You'll have to be faster than that to pick my Wallet bitch!

All we need is love!

"It was not a woman that he had wanted to possess. It was not an act in celebration of life that he had wanted to perform-but an act in celebration of the triumph of impotence."

Let's watch the world go down together

"Mrs. Reardon!"

I'm still impotent but thanks anyway

"Mad Embrace"

"The Rapture of Shared Disillusion"

A little lower, Nancy

--Brant

"As the uncontrollable desire to sneeze swirled in Gordon's sinuses, he knew this was not going to end well."

...that I can't win these things.

Either I'm short-listed, or I raise the topic of conversation, like with the Micheal Moore picture.

But I'm afraid someone else can do the thinking for a change.

Under OBAMACARE, checking breasts and testicles for lumps and the Heimlich Maneuver will now be combined into a single 'buddy' procedure, to save time and control costs.

I'm not playing either. These contests are rigged.

I always get dumped on by some second-hander who steals my ideas!

Nancy, you t-tug that any longer and I'll t-too be sporting a p-pearl necklace.

I'm not competing. Just wanted to make a point in case that squalid little twerp is lurking.

... but it's a caption contest, not a play! : )

"Oh Nancy, Nancy!"

"Oh Gordon, Gordon!"

"I just can't get enough of your socialism!" [Undulate, undulate]

"Nor I of yours." [Thrust, thrust]

"Your government health care proposal drives me wild."

"Oh, Gordon, let me have your baby. On the NHS."

"Oh yes, Nancy. We'll call it Matty Orchard Obama Pelosi-Brown!"