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Oh, man. It's going to take forever to get the stench off.

That episode was incredible. Paul Tompkins was great as Berg too.

Queso!

Say it, don't spray it!

This one made me cringe. So sad.

Cowboy Killers. Denim Outfits. Camaro.

Berman: We've got a special guest in the booth for you guys.

Majerle's Restaurant.

We'll have special coverage.

That's a rather accurate reimagination of what happened every time the Bulls boarded their team jet as Luc Longley raced to the bathroom for a deuce.

You're only 3,002 hits behind Jeter. Go for it!

This made me laugh.

This was fantastic. And at least you didn't discover the wonder of mirrors.

And here are seven words Carlin would have never written to be stolen: "Here is a legitimate article from Barnicle."

The irony actually works here too, because backstage Beverly D'Angelo literally lost her shit on account of the laxative cut.

The scale is smaller but the excitement is no less palpable.

Pfft, Bernie Mac got to 3,000 hits and what'd that do? He's dead now. You hear that Jeter? You're going to die soon.

I'm pretty outspoken to my friends about this whole thing. These roasts have taken such a turn for the worse in recent years. Nobody (should) want to see some trash from MTV or Hulk Hogan stagger over jokes because they don't get comedy. I could give two shits about Donald Trump. How many hair piece jokes can one…