Now I'm sittin on the dock of the bay..
Watching as Michael sails away
Oooh, I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay..
Gagged and Tied..

(Hurley)
I left my home and mother
Headed for Austrail - eye - ayy
'Cause I used Leonard's numbers
Ever since a curse has come my way

So now I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay..
While Libby's killer gets away..
Oooh, I'm sitting on the dock of the bay..
Hating Mi.. eye..eye..chael..

(Ben - to Michael)
Look how much Walt has changed.
So much taller than before
There's one more thing I need you to do
Or your son will be dead by season four, yeah

(Sawyer)
Sittin with a gun to my head..
This reminds me of a book that I read..
Hoping for a chance to kill Zeke
Burt our situations looking bleak

Now I'm just kneeling next to Doc on the bay..
Wondering how much Hugo weighs
Oooh yeah I'm sittin on the dock of the bay..
Wave good bye..eye..eye..eye..

(Kate)
Sittin next to Sawyer and Jack..
And my hands are tied behind my back..
When Alex tried to cop a feel.
Thats when I knew this danger was real..

Now I'm here sitting at the dock of the bay
Hoping Sayid will save the day..
Season Three seems so far away..
Purple sky.. eye..eye..eye..
(whistling)

Great job--- too bad only the three of us will see it.

Have you read my theories?

or 325 was the fastest way to an smalltime shitty job on a rusty freighter.

You win. The end.

Take this scene for example. Captions and Dialog could never do this photo the justice it deserves. The true horror of this scene is conveyed in the unspoken gestures between the captured survivors.

Kate: (nudges Jack with her elbow and directs his gaze towards Michael)

Jack: (looks blankly for a moment, then his eyes widen in recognition. )

Kate: (shudders in horror as Jack confirms with his expression what she had begun to suspect... )

Sawyer: (cringes, realizing that Jack and Kate's discovery also explains the familiar taste in his gagged mouth)

Hurley: (His expression reflects the very same question his fellow captives have: Dude, is that sling Michael's using to immobilize his self-inflicted gunshot wound really..? )

Jack, Kate, Sawyer, Hurley: (telepathically) "Cindy's Scarf!"

Tom = Skipper
Ben = Gilligan
Kate = Mary Ann (looking remarkably like her mug shot)
Alex = Ginger
Hurley = The Professor, who just ate Thurston and Lovey
Michael = Harlem Globetrotter

Tom: Excuse me, Mr. Linus... You said henceforth I would be known as Darth Johnson.

Ben: Oh... yeah.. (turns to Michael) Henceforth, you shall be known as KEVIN Johnson!

Or is this a bubble caption over Tom"s head? . . .

To be fair to the other readers of this blog who may not have the time to read all 1804 words, I've condensed your posting to include only the relevant words from your original entry.

If you believe that this has altered the meaning of your humorous caption, please let me know and I'll delete your entry from this week's contest.

The posting above by Joe #13 was originally an 1800 word SPAM message that was also posted on hundreds, possibly thousands of other blogs.

Rather than deleting the post as I usually do, I attempted to make fun of the poster by selecting a handful of choice words from his socio-political manifesto and making it appear as a fitting caption, although in actuality it is intended to be about the poster himself.

However, in fairness to Joe, you can still see the complete text of his original post on any one of the thousands of blogs that were spammed by Googling the phrase "that filthy pig Oprah" which appears prominently in the posting.

Now, would somebody turn off the music please?

Well, now I'm on the spot because people will see 2 comments have been added and come here looking for something witty. And all they get is me talking to vacc and BunnyLover.

Uh... umm... oh....

I got nothing.

But I have to say this comment was the coffee out the nose moment for me:

Did "The Gap" sponsor this episode?
→ 23. Posted by: ealgumby at March 18, 2008 10:19 PM

And doch (i think) complained we weren't funny anymore!

Thanks you guys!

And a shout out to bunnylover. Glad you're back!

Man, I'm 0 for 2 here. First I call shikotee by ILBLXX's name then I horribly, wrongfully name you an sourpuss. Mea culpa DocH, I gotta check my meds!

In fact, I wouldn't be at all surprised if it was actually ME who complained about plot non-advancement!)

To offer an, albeit weak, excuse; I get you and davidrh mixed up sometimes because both your names start and end with the same letters. Lame, I know.

Not as sharp as I used to be!

Thanks for the correction. And the compliment, no one's called me mademoiselle in decades!

Tom: Damn, Hugo's got some nice man-titties! I wonder if I can cop a feel on 'em before sending him back to camp without anyone else noticing.

Emerson: "Jesus, Harold, do you even know what set your on.

Perrinneau: "Easy there McMannus, we all know this is Oz, where is my homeboy Adebisi at?"

Tom: (thought bubble) ("Yeah... that was me... who's mister friendly now?)

Hurley: (eyes swelling up)(thought bubble) ("Please evil island twin standing right behind me... pull the trigger - dude! pull... the... trigger!")

Kate: (nostrils flaring, gag reflex starting) (thought bubble) ("I'm going to choke to death on my own vomit... what is that smell? It's... it's... it's like lima beans... from world war two.")

Michael: (throws a bug-eyed stare back at Ben) "Hey man! You smelt it... you dealt it!"