The Calico Cat of all CAPTIONS!!!

W. is "thinking": "Boy, Rummy really burns my butt! 'No problem,' he said, 'The Iraqis will think we're gods! They'll worship the freakin' ground our soldiers walk on; you'll see.' So we go in and now what? 'Where's all the worshipping?' I asked. 'What kinda gods do you treat with grenades and bombs and small arms fire?' But all he says is 'Cool it, Numbnuts. We're in it now, and you just gotta take the heat. And I d9on't give a shit what the f*ck you tell the public. Shit, tell 'em we'll be out in six months, for all the f*ck I care. Hell, if we are, great. And if we aren't, well . . . it ain't me who's going take the heat. That's what you get paid for, Fratboy.' . . . Geez. Now he won't even answer my calls."

Bunt? What kind of economic policy is that?

making hunting bird faces, now he's strengthening it by making fart noises. Shall we go for the trifecta/triptych?

I think I turned the stove off. Yep, I turned the stove off. Did I? I am pretty sure I did. Darn it, why does this keep happening to me?

... his lips were outsourced to someone in India ...