Are you the kind of man who can't tell from

Are you the kind of man who can't tell from an arse from an elbow? Do you often mistake a victory sign for

a bunny rabbit?" "Yah. Who doesn't?" "Were you born yesterday?" "Uh, no..." "Did you vote for Poutine as President?" *Gulp* "Um...next question?"

This was the worse the Jeopardy ever. And there was something off about this Alex Trabeck. Sure people look different in person, but his hair was sideways and he had a scar

demoralising challenge. This was cheap television at its finest. Even though the contestant knew the prize would only be a lifetimes supply of

rubber nipples, it was still a lifetime's supply of something, and something is always better than nothing. Not to mention, thought the contestant, that rubber nipples are more

Going to be a good barter item later, along with Death's Door vodka and gin. Mad Max was getting ready to hit the road, which everyone dreaded. The doors were always locked.

But Mad Max always managed to get into the liquor cabinet anyway, and the consumption of alcohol that always ensued did nothing to quell his road rage. But after the fifth of

bourbon and the fifth of Kentucky whiskey and the fifth of Rum, and the fifth amendment, and the Fifth Estate, he had to switch to the other hand. Luckily he didn't have 6 fingers.

But he did have the number 666 etched on his forehead. The 7th Seal was about to be broken. So, on the 8th Day of Christmas he scratched out his 9th, and final message: Hang Ten.