Lyra v. Artex, who would win?

“Bets, anybody?”

“Artex = Dead Meat.”

“Maybe, but probably more like

Artex = newt.


Maybe he'd get better...”

“It's gotto be better value than the Tyson fight though”

“okay, let's settle this with a simple test...i just got this in my email. whoever can solve this puzzle first wins.

Can You Find the Hidden Car In This Picture?



(if this doesn't work, i'll be pissed! if it does, i'll prolly be in trouble!)”

“FFFFFF!! okay, i'll try again...



http://64.4.30.250/cgi-bin/getmsg/Test_auto_1.jpg?curmbox=F000000001&a=8ad2335e0a5c303d0127e6f263f39777&msg=MSG1045850844.194&start=1209311&len=153440&mimepart=5&disk=64.4.30.74_d124&login=karimarie78&domain=hotmail.com&hm___sig=0efb717a01c2d9d5f89e5c43cbee898d498b75eca7e08de2”

“looks like a mustach”

“Looks like a screwed up thread!”

“wow, i screwed that up, LOL! did anyone see it? i did once, but then it disappeared. i guess i lose! LOL.”

“it was a picture of a scantilly-clad woman bending over a car! funny...i swear. that's it, i'm going to the gym.”

“lol i ment a mustang.



omg, im an a$$”

“I was wondering how scantily-clad that woman was...”

“so do i win??”

“ya gotta knock the other one's head off...”

“Artex got off to an early lead, but Lyra is coming on strong!”

“Chitty chitty bang bang!”

“LOL! today wouldn't be Friday, would it? the natives are definitely restless...”

“Lyra would win. Artex is too tired from all the moving crap.”

“He'll be worn out from Hawg-resslin' too...”

“What's the contest? Pigs at twenty paces? Moneys at dawn?”

“Monkeys that is”

“You're forgetting Artex' weapon of choice: flatulence.”

“Artex wins!

Lyra has nothing that could overcome somthing of this magnitude.”

“What can possibly follow that, but more poop?”

“did someone call me?”

“what a revoltin development, etc.”