- Hamish, remember when we were younger
and we used to play that game?
- Lighting Daddy's warehouse on fire for insurance money?
- No, not Jewish Lightening, dummy.
The other game, the vaginal description game.
- He never made it past first grade,
but my god there was no one better
at guessing what a woman's crinkle looked like
than old Hamish.
- Well that sounds like a hell of time.
Do one now.
- I have a gift.
Had a gift.
- Hamish, Hamish, we'reall rooting for you.
Hamish, all of the girls in the Free Hamish Society.
- All right, lets go.
- Free Hamish.
- Crooked labia, cinnamon pubes,
hasn't been touched in awhile,
just like me.
- Hold tight Hamish, I'mgoing to get you freed.
I'll find a way.
- Hey, is there any chance of maybe getting me free too?
Or is this just between you guys?
- We'll see friend.
- He said it like a yes.
- It was a no.
- I mean you just got a bad attitude.
- No, I know him.
He's a terrible person.