That reminds me: Sometimes, after a good breakfast, Darryl Strawberry would also find marijuana flakes on his shirt. At other times, he'd find the much-preferred Cocaine O's.

Sure, but if he contacts Najeh Davenport, he can still jump over a stool.

This reminds Abe Vigoda of the time he fucked Ann Coulter.

Yes, Steve Nash is a time traveler.

Having grown weary of catchphrases such as "He gone" and "You can put it on the boooaaard,"

Not to mention the still-dangerous El Unabombre.

Meanwhile, even in death, depressive singer-songwriter Elliott Smith is still known as El Sombre.

Someone who underpaid for tapping that? Infamous deadbeat dad Travis Henry.

Murder is one thing, Mr. Trump, but it's not nearly as bad as follicular homicide.

As pictured, Chipper really does take care of his calves.

Now you'll owe him a Diet Coke.

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I don't know about the first four, but I'm pretty sure that last one is Peter Dinklage The First.

Pictured: Belisario, with incriminating speedball.

Jones has confirmed that he'll spend the season in the ATXL.

There irony, of course, is that Tebow has never even been kind of screwed.

Test proctor? Reminds me of the 260-pound "test proctologist" I met last week in jail.

According to 96 percent of British men, the guy to the kid's right is also simulating sex.

Just a reminder: Every Tuesday at 7 p.m., the pub plays host to the local chapter of Chin Fein.

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