Back when Bobbi and I first started dating... when she was a young, hot girl and I was an older, experienced horn-dog... we lived in seperate states. I was in Dallas and she was in Florida. To make our seperation a little easier, I bought us a couple of webcams. Every night we would sit and talk on the phone while staring at the grainy video feed. (Before you ask, yes, of course we did. Wouldn't you?)
One night we were just sitting back and talking when suddenly, a new face appeared on-screen. Unbeknowst to me, Bobbi had been fooling around with a magic marker while talking to me and suddenly, while I was in the middle of yapping, Super Toe-Jam appeared.
It's really hard to describe how hilarious it was at the time. I'm just rambling on about something or other and suddenly this face just wiggles in from the side of the screen. It was a fuckin' riot at the time and I wasn't even drunk. Without me noticing, Bobbi had managed to draw a face on her big toe, dress it, and stick it up to the camera.
There are a lot of reasons why I love my wife, several of which involve Juicy-Lube and videotape, but to this day, Super Toe-Jam still cracks me up.