Cowboys and Poodles wear. Soon available in the 50% discount bin at finer Goodwill Stores everywhere.

That’s what happens when you French-kiss Xenu.

Will Ben Carson recognize his name in the intro? Will Marco Rubio’s lithium battery catch fire causing him to break a heel? Will Ted Cruz handle snakes and speak in tongues in religious apoplexy? Will Jeb Bush call brother W. up on stage for a bow? Will John Kasich win the debate by remaining quiet?

There’s also HB 372 that requires all males over the age of 14 to have an ultrasound of their lower colon before taking a shit.

I think we’ve made a love connection for Brie.

Jesus is waiting to see if Sasser comes back.

Beiber couldn’t drive away from the show . . . not until he has a little help.

The Carly Fiorina “Race to Victory!”

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Fortunately for Kris and her "girls," venereal disease tests are reliable.

To disguise herself the pig hid behind the building while removing childish costumes emblazed with "Hillary."

Not to be outdone by Vermin Supreme and his pro-pony platform, Hillary Clinton has sent her own jenny, Lena Dunham, to New Hampshire to appeal to the gelded-horse, old mare, and stubborn jackass voters.

Teresa did not age well in prison.

Here’s Lamar in Kris’ bedroom. He’s lost some weight, his bulb is permanently dim, but he's useful.

Considering the "professor" looks like Lena Dunham after six months on meth doesn't help.

A Marco Rubio robotic clone, only taller and not thirsty.

To counteract the strong showing and attention-gathering platform of Vermin Supreme, Hillary Clinton has sent Lena Dunham to Hampshire.

I have empathy, just not for everyone who complains, whines, and cries and does nothing.

You have a problem, not me.

There’s not need to understand anything about football to enjoy the spectacle.