Officer: Come with me, Mr. Kane.

At least he prestamped that shirt so someone can mail him home.

I think it's nice of Maury Povich to let the kids on the "Help! My baby weighs 300 lbs!" episode have some fun before being paraded in front of an audience of the unemployed.

Oddly enough, the last hitchhiker I picked up said, "Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, and then I'm going to kill you."

+ a poopy 1

"Lady Horse Who Finished Racing Career 19-1 Blogs About Getting Knocked Up"

With the popularity of Twitter-speak, this is just merely to remind Cubs players coming and going to smoke plenty of cannabis.

Flip Murray spends his days regailing children with tales of how he and a ragtag bunch of guys overcame the mountain of being coached by Vinny Del Negro to make the playoffs somehow.

The photo of Mays pillowfighting with his back to Irvin and catching Irvin's pillow over the shoulder before pivoting and making an accurate strike back at Irvin is by far the best of the bunch.

"Everyone hates everyone in baseball."

EMTs reportedly did not check for a pulse; rather, they merely raised and dropped Macho Man's arm three times.

Is Toronto's Hospital for Sick Kids next to Toronto's Mortuary for Dead People or Toronto's Jail for Bad People?

Thank goodness there was nobody around to see such lewd behavior.

"Leaving the game behind: Kye Allums, a transgendered player on the GW women's team, has called it a career on account of concussions cutting last season short."

Damn it! Well done.

Eager: "Doc, I have this recurring dream that whenever I'm in the penalty box I see naked ladies."

"...That's some other limb of the Tree that I don't touch."

Is 8-10 bucks an hour the amount of venison I must feed him?

Quick! Everyone! To Rick Telander's protective fortress! [youwerentseriouswereyou.com]

Methinks Roger McDowell and his bat have themselves a case now.