Keep fucking that chicken, San Diego.

“Hello, friends! Which one of you wants to pull really hard on my necktie while I jerk myself off to completion?”

Shout-out to the dude wearing Adidas shell toes in the second picture from the bottom. Guy clearly traveled here from the year 2002.

These are batting-cage-free chickens.

This picture stirs up some really awful feelings for me.

“Sir, if you’d just not play third base, I’d be happy to treat you to a garbage bag full of popcorn.”

Sanders got my vote as soon as he promised to send any white person who says “YAS QUEEN!” to Guantanamo.

In Ben’s defense, as a terrible person, you’re pretty much obligated to appear on these shows.

Come on, Chip. At least hang it on the fridge for a couple days.

The wife and I have had this conversation numerous times.

She fucks.

Especially Florence Henderson.

It really does seem like an all-out fuck-fest.

The Woz is packing, dude.

I’m almost positive that the dance partners on this show are contractually obligated to have sex with each other.

I totally get where Antonio’s coming from.

You see, this is why I do all my brackets on Halalgoogling.

This went A LOT better than the time Timothy Treadwell visited Grizzlies camp.

I always think of this scene where Hank tries to intimidate Phil by asking, in this really nasty tone, “You like your job?”

Tambor and Shandling play that whole scene perfectly.