At least the guy who pooped orange can take solace in the fact that he will never, ever find a poop that rhymes with it.

A real joke whiz, we've got here.

You might want to get the suspension on your world checked, Arsenio.

No one wants you to, Fritzy.

Tomaz is who George Wendt tripped over, actually.

One of the funniest things I've seen. I had to do a double take to make myself believe that it wasn't a George Wendt lookalike up there.

Do you take requests? Then please stop.

Well, look at what he was wearing. May as well have been asking for it.

That's the same reason I can no longer look at Jamie Lee Curtis.

Danny Pintauro failed to notice.
She was great on The Facts of Life.

Given the wealth of hateable people currently serving as a cancer on this world, I am continually astonished by how much I so desperately want to turn on CNN one day and see "Bam Margera violently murdered, police believe he suffered tremendously and for hours on end beforehand" crawling across the bottom of the…

No more Zima?

I prefer the more understated indie flick Waiting for Gobot.

Not to mention "Wu-Tang Member Most Likely To Be Masturbated To."

Yeah, dude, the Deer Hunter thread is over there.

If the film was actually called "Dance Fuck," I would not only see it on opening night, but I would never stop clapping.

That's some hot fucking water, by the time you're done.

(sighs, hastily wipes off tackhammer while walking up Emperor Jim's driveway)

Worst Emilio Estevez-ie ever.

Mine hang out of your mom.