There's your winning caption, supplied by Manx. I don't know why, but this one really cracked me up the first time I read it. It fits. After all, Britney has been changing accents more than her underwear (literally) so it's not out of the realm of possibility that she'll start speaking like Ahhhnold in da nee-yah fyoochah.
I should probably give honorable mentions to Molie and Flannery, who offered up some appropriate stroke-related captions. However, I refuse to reward a stroke joke. Not necessarily because I'm a nice person, but because I'm afraid that I'll laugh too hard and actually have a stroke. Maybe it's my love of The Twilight Zone, but I'm convinced that irony is waiting around every corner, waiting to kick me in the ass.
Here's your badge, Manx. And remember, a firecrotch can't be bargained with! It can't be reasoned with! It doesn't feel pity or remorse or fear, and it absolutely will not stop...EVER! Until next month.
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Have a great weekend Beck!
~xo
Lee Ann
I know, I know - sick on so many levels!
* Face: Ask the person to smile. Does one side of the face droop?
* Arms: Ask the person to raise both arms. Does one arm drift downward?
* Speech: Ask the person to repeat a simple sentence. Are the words slurred?
* Time: If the answer to any of the above questions is yes, time is important. Immediately, call 911. Brain cells are dying.
Adnan: Hit it.
I'm smiling, right?"
~Jef