No intellectual substance here. Just two silly bits from a trash thriller I just read.

“My credit card was stolen.”
. . .“When?”
“About four years ago.”
. . . “Why didn’t you replace it?”
“Because the thief was spending less than my wife.”


“Did you ever see that painting of Custer’s Last Stand in the Museum of Modern Art? It’s sort of abstract. The painting shows this fish with a big eye and a halo, floating in air, and underneath the fish are all these Native Americans having sex.”
. . . “What does that have to do with Custer’s Last Stand?
“Well, the painting is titled, Holy Mackerel, Look at All Those F*cking Indians.”

Hey, Hic. We haven't seen you in an age! Play the limerick game with us (see Wordplay).