FZ: Well it's contest time ladies and gentlemen. Direct from Madison,    Wisconsin, it's the Madison Panty-Sniffing Festival, just as promised.   Vinnie: Cough!   FZ: Heavy duty? Maroon nylon heavy duty. Okay . . . Light blue cotton with tiny    skid . . . . That's getting him very excited because it appears that the bottom    parts of those pants are welded together. Okay let's try this, alice blue nylon    . . .   Vinnie: These smell like the same ones I had last night.   FZ: For those of you who didn't hear he says those smell like the same ones he    had last night. Did you like them? You don't like those?   Vinnie: Maybe they are, maybe she's following us around.   FZ: Black Nylon!   Vinnie: Ooooohhhh please!   FZ: Black Nylon, re . . . e-hem, registring a 19 on the Richter scale.   Vinnie: Oh, God . . . gotta keep on . . . hah hah, it's fuckin' disgusting!    FZ: These are very light blue and apparently have come in contact with some    corrosive material that has eaten the bottom out of it.   Vinnie: China syndrome.    FZ: What?   Vinnie: China Syndrome!   FZ: Yeah, ha ha ha ha ha! Awright, rustic hokey pokey, model number thirteen.   Vinnie: Oorhh, nehh. (hack, hack)   FZ: Blue with the little embroidered things on the front.   Vinnie: This smells like armpits. Ugh . . .    FZ: Okay who wins? Those belong to Chuck Eldridge.   Ike: Hi.   FZ: Sorry.