You know when you leave Jell-O out too long and it turns into semi-liquid goo? That's Wes Welker's brain.

We need Prince and his magic penis guitar.

[A disgruntled loner wearing nothing but a jock-strap and an old Easter bunny mask logs out of MouseMingle in disgust]

You've obviously never heard of Gallagher.

My older brother had a special "New Kids" issue of Mad from around that time. It included these lick-able New Kids hate stickers (phrases like "No New Kids" and "Donnie Smells" etc). There were some other general mischief stickers with phrases like "Support Mental Illness, Vote Quayle."

Well … here in the progressive stronghold of Minneapolis, the only people who harass/shoot minorities are racist cops and bored twenty-something suburbanites.

Very nice. We also would have accepted:

Probably my favorite unnecessary musical cue of all time.

… or Libertarian superheroes.

I farted.

Good news: way more kickball.

—Marc Singer, after his final Beastmaster film

Fantastic Bore
Fantastic Chore
Fantastic Door (like … show me the door … outta this theater!)

The sheer amount of public ads in NYC are obnoxious enough. To throw an "edgy" campaign for a TV show in the midst of an already cluttered ad landscape is even worse.

Either that, or a crude drawing of Ivanka's tits.

*Jim Ross voice*

The marketing department really wanted to Goebbels out on these ads.

"Good Cheeses Colbert has been sucking at the celebrity teat more than Fallon."

I just know he's looking up from hell smiling.

He picked the 49ers and Broncos to win. I think he also picked us to beat the Chargers too.