And now for this week's karmic backlash: "Five years' time, he's still gonna look pretty rugged and you're just gonna look like a pelican," Maggie tells Andy, mocking the extra flesh hanging from his chin. Just a quick lesson, ladies: Poking fun at the wattle is hitting below the belt, and is nearly as bad as laughing at what's below that same belt. So I can't feel as bad as I should when Maggie's new conquest tells her she's like a dead horse in bed. Like they say: Into each life some rein must fall.