Oh yeah, "Fred the Fratastic Ferrari " — instant classic, despite poor production values and heavy borrowing from Herbie the Love Bug…

Vaginosaurus Sex
in case you wanted the proper nomenclature…

A blizzard blew in through the door
And little glowing cum buckets in her ankles

♫ Hey boys, supper's on me; our record just went aluminum! ♫
Oh how I miss Silver Jews…

Moose-olini…yeah, hadn't heard that nickname for Mama Grizzly.

Bull Moose party? Nah, Teddy Roosevelt was a pinko.

As a newly incontinent old man, I —- aaah shit.

Exactly.

Such a nice boy, that Paul, putting on a blazer jacket just to play a video game. Maybe he thought the commercial was casting him to play a superintendent, but whatever the reason it's adorable.

Sure do, especially after we've marched such a long way, Tjardus.

For the first split second I read "genius" as "anus" for some reason…

He had to get the prescription glasses and a second hand mirror just to be able to see what the hell happened…

Though blessed to be hemorrhoid-free, I'd still totally buy a tube of: Preparation Heisenberg
'Rhoids, your best course…would be to thrombose lightly.

For the last time, stop spying on me in my employer's bathroom, Katie-Rife-with-perversions!

I blame that violent music she always listened to, the Counting Crows…

With special guest Kirk Cameron as God-lovin' cousin "T.J. Tanner"…but no sooner do they finish their anti-sodomy sermon and duet of "Lord I Lift Your Name on High," than D.J. and T.J. are suddenly raptured!

"Look Bob, it's television; you can't have any creative control."

STAMOOOOOS!!!

Which orifice?

And just where were you guys last Friday when we had to fend off several pre-apology-Rollins-apologists? Don't tell me you've got something better to do on a summer Friday afternoon than add to a 1500-comment thread on suicide…