TONIGHT, WE'RE THINK-ABOUTING

NOT REALLY, IT'S JUST A SWITCH.

AND I MIGHT PUT IT ON A JAR OF PASTA.

- (KNOCKING)
- GOOD, LYNN. COME IN.

IT'S TERRIBLE YOU HAVE TO FILL IT
WITH SWEARING ON YOUR SHOW.

IT'S NOT YOUR PROPERTY, LOVE,
YOU'VE GOT TO GIVE IT BACK.

WHICH IS CLIMAXING AT MIDNIGHT WITH MADNESS.

WHAT?

IT'S MAY.

(ALAN) SHALL I MOVE ON TO THE OTHER ONE?

RANDY MCNOB!

YEAH. THEY'RE RUINED. EXCUSE ME.

OH, SCARY IRISH MAN!

CAN I JUST EXPLAIN?
I WAS TYING TO ACCESS "DRIVING MISS DAISY".

I JUST DID THE BED. I DIDN'T GO NEAR YOUR DRAWER.

- YES, IT IS.
- IT'S VERY NICE. WHAT IS IT?

YOU'RE MY PA AND YOU'RE INVITING ME
TO A RELIGIOUS WET T-SHIRT COMPETITION.

JACKA-NACKA-NORY! AH, THAT'S BETTER.