from: jimbob@crimsontide.net

Dear Good Doctor,

The other day I was just sittin' around in my trailer and watchin' ole Bugs Bunny on the tube. He cracks me up. Anyway, I had finished off a case of "Old Milwaukee" and was workin' pretty good on a bottle of Jack Daniels when suddenly I seen this big light in the sky. I got up and fell down. Then I got up and staggered outside. This giant thing, maybe like a big, big pizza was landing not twenty yards from my door. Then these little green guys get out and come over. "Hi, there," the biggest one says. "We are from the planet Bloink. Can we have all your women?" So I says, sure, why not? I mean my ex-wife won't even talk to me any more, so what do I care, right? So they said thanks, and that they'd be back in a few months to pick up all of earth's women, and then they left. But I told them they had to bring me a few cases of beer though, and they said okay. My question is, doc, should I have asked for some money? What do you think?

the doctor's reply:

Maybe, but why piss them off? Don't worry about it. I'm not real sure that your acceptance would be considered a binding contract in any intergalactic court of law anyway. And cut back on the Jack!