I HATE YOU PAGE 39

STORY BEHIND THIS PHOTO: Julie McNamara here flipped me the bird while I was crashing through her glass window with my camera. Then, a couple seconds later, she looked at her hand and mistook it for a turkey drumstick. The doctors are trying to dig her finger out of her greasy stomach and reattach it as I write this.

The Short Bus enters the Twilight Zone.

I SELL WICKER!!!

A good example showing how the "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" policy doesn't work.

Shhhh! Be quiet! It can hear you breathe!

Why the glum look, Terror Banshee? Cheer up, those curtains you have stapled to your back really bring out the bloodlust in your unholy soul.