Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for February 20, 2014

He doesn’t have to ski faster than the Yeti, he just has to ski past Cliff.

There he goes!… – And “yeti” said he wouldn’t scream like a girl!….

But what if the Yeti wins?

Cheating never peys.

Aah! His spleen!

Frankly, if I were Winky, I’d ski straight for Dr. Mel.

It’s not the threat of despleening, it’s its underarms. They’re not called skunk apes for nothing.

Winky will be disqualified when they check his blood . . . ☻

When out riding my bike, if I see a female on a bike, suddenly it is much easier to pedal up the hill. I am happily married, but those performance enhancing hormones just squirt out automatically. There is something to the scene in Star Wars where Princess Leia give Luke a kiss just before he has to carry her in one arm across a chasm while holding the rope in the other hand.

But then there is “The Gods Must be Crazy” where those hormones destroy the hero’s coordination and turn him into a stumble bum – to hilarious effect.

See also Kevin & Kell

Next event: Spleen tossing.

And the gold for most spleens lost goes to….

Anna Fenninger (Gold medalist at Sochi) cares about cheetahs. I’d ride up the hill way faster if I encountered her….

I traded my old emergency generator in on a new one. Does that mean I regenerated?