The Tulips-to-P-N of all CAPTIONS!!!!

[skip fox]

W. is dreaming. The urinal is singing:

"Oh George, come here
relieve thy beer.
Take light thy
pleasures dear.
Sing fulsome loud
for frutiful cheer.

Nor belly up to choke.
Lithesome be thy pleasures.
Ne'er be a self-conscious bloke.
But let full loose the flying feathers
of spray as on thy ranch you once foretook.
So come, George, come, gently belly up to me
Drinking's expensive,
but pissin's for free.


(W. wakes, wet up to the armpits.)

[skip fox]

1. Come on, DU. What'sa'matta, no taste for it?

This is actually a urinal in Grand Central Station (in LBN, I think).

[Richardo]

2. It's the *third* thread on this subject, skip!

I think we've all had it up to here with it! <ducking>