Sorry for stepping on your conference joke, but I'll leave mine since I don't know your reference.

Orphan: Mr. S., my tummy hurts, and I have really watery doo-doo.

That's not TLR's liver, it's Dauleriotype.

Fuck it.

I was hoping DU!AN would be Penn State scandal related. I wanted to get drunk, watch the game and make Sandusky, aka "The Pennsylvania Poker", jokes.

Lenny wasn't invited back after he dropped: "I felt good because I thought I lost the most weight of anybody I know. Then I saw Myra Kraft the other day and my ego was crushed."

Joe Pa: Jesus, Jerry, you smell like booze.

Sandusky isn't the first guy to wear clothes from the job that let him fuck kids.

Don't blame Paterno, he just misunderstood when he heard Sandusky was giving boys a taste of Penn State's greek system.

The bottom video is NatGeo's animal version of House, where the cause of death actually is lupus.

Why isn't Plaschke in this? He can play Tommy and Spider. He's good at shooting himself in the foot.

Maybe he invented a time machine, then went back in time with the Rangers and beat the toughest Mesopotamian baseball team that 2011 JD had to offer.

I asked him how we would feel if the New York team were called the Jew Boys, or worse.

A Vietnam Vet became the perfect costume, once he got Michelle Beadle's jungle rot.

If you like this wait until during basketball season. You should see him dribble through a full court press.

"Pig boar down on truffle hog."

Everybody knows that Nyan Cat is about our struggle to reconcile belief in free will with the undeniability of determinism.

What did we do to warrant back-to-back herm videos?

I spent the afternoon wondering if Phil Mickelsons Man Tits was kicking back with a brandy and laughing, or if he put a garbage bag filled with helium over his head.

There are a shit ton of comments on a Tony Romo article, but it's not really a stalemate, more a half-Mexican standoff.