“I hitched down one Saturday,

Damn. I’m late and this looked like a fun one. Anyway:

A bag of Doritos and a foot-long garlic kielbassa with onions and sauerkraut during every intermission will do that.

If Kessel gets his day with the Cup, I’m betting he fills it with pudding.

That’s a strong pro-Bullwinkle take.

Yeah. I like the joke without the image better, too. But then the joke depends on people being either A. old enough to know who Snidely Whiplash was by having watched Rocky and Bullwinkle, or B. familiar with the moustache-twirling villain trope of silent films.

Screw you, Kinja.

Hopefully Draymond Green doesn’t wake up tied to railroad tracks.

You’re right. Those aren’t the real numbers.

Sure, his name is on the papers.

You’ve done well. The kid has a future as a designer for Nike.

I’m 41. My wife and I met almost 18 years ago. Neither of us had a cell phone then.

Good work on bringing Bernie supporters into the fold.

An alternate list of suggestions for Skins fans, you pitiful dopes:

So, whose job is it to attempt to explain to Rovell why this is funny?

Does off-the-field Gronk even have any new ground to cover?

My brother-in-law makes cocktail sauce and he makes it 50 percent horseradish.

As the success of “The Cardinals Lost Their Nth Game” shows, the Law of Comedic Returns doesn’t always hold; sometimes things get funnier with repetition.

Also, we can decide to not indulge in acting like an acrimonious prick, no matter how gratifying that usually seems in the moment.