Have you not heard his album "Bill Cosby Presents the Cosnarati: State of Emergency?"

Don Rickles is actually a very pleasant guy to speak to. After calling my brother "jughead" and asking me where

RGIII is responsible for all of the worst stoner food.

Looks like he's having a headbanger's ball.

Like the Grinch's heart!

I see what you did there.

This guy can't find a better place to put his phone other than an ashtray?

She could just be misinterpreting sticking up your index finger to say "we're number 1!" I say this because two nuns at Catholic school had no idea that sticking the middle finger up and using it to point to things and denote a value of one would make a bunch of 8 and 9 year olds giggle incessantly.

That looks a lot like something that came out of me on November 1st.

Daddy paid for her pain. Then they walked away.

That's the same face my dad made when he realized he just ran over a cat on the highway.

Game on!

That's impressive. Did she fall asleep during the song that goes…

"Snowball should be in mouths, not on his head. That's something completely different."

"What's your game plan for the Texans?"

Is this a beer bong or some sort spit bucket set up? When my brother and I built a tree fort about 20 years ago, we had an idea to put a funnel with some tubing as a makeshift urinal. I mean, there was no rhyme or reason to it, just for funsies.

That's a full beerd.

Just throw a bike rack out front and serve local microbrews, Pizza Hut. You'll be swimming in beards and women wearing hats designed for men in no time.

...Crunchwrap Supreme?

Hunger.