The Preakness is like this if the dress code was wife beaters, cargo shorts, and high school equivalency diplomas.

The talent portion of the Miss Buffalo pageant is really next level.

I promise to stand up to assault. But I’ll be cold in my grave before I let anyone refer to me as a rapper/activist.

More like C. TE J. Fiedorowicz, amirite?

Hey, A’s, you should put your finger and your thumb in the shape of an L on your forehead!

There’s a sad irony in Mike V being an abused animal.

Tuesday I started in the morning, getting well organized by noon. I did not want to disgrace myself, so I then checked out. I bought some more liquor on the way to the depot. I had to wait some time for the train. I remember nothing from then on until I woke up at a friend’s house, in a town near home. These good…

Shit, dr. Bill, that sounds like a nightmare.

I, for one, am offended that Mr. Redford is infringing on Ms. Feinberg’s beat.

Chief Wahoo is looking especially lecherous. The guy on the left is just missing a feather and red face to be his twin.

“For God so loved the world that He gave it His other begotten Son, Barry Petchesky.”

Todd Haley goes incognito.

I’m in the same place, having gone into and out of the program. Thinking of you.

Ooh! I love his Facelift line.

Pretty brave stance from Mr. Montague. How will his dad react when he finds out George is gay?

It was a joke about Trump supporters not knowing the difference.

Well, that explains why Donald Trump wants to kick these people out of the country.

Question about that Bryce Harper/MLB ad with the kid at the laundromat where the kid complains he can’t use data on playoff baseball:

She clearly said “moo-lot-o’clock,” the time of day she, Eric and Donald Jr make barnyard sounds for an hour.

Super disappointed that the presidential half-brother in question isn’t Roger Clinton.