Every judge gets these. Ask any. They are not funny.

Do they let any Darlas vote?

Hypocrites! You just elected baseball's top juicer to the Hall.

Jerry Coleman dead? Stop it.

Looky looky at Marvin Barnes. Consider yourself made, My Day.

Milf Rules allow her to say anything. Anything at all.

Hockey's greatest prank was the Fox puck-tracker. Several FCC fines resulted from broadcasters attempting to say "Fox puck-tracker" on the air. Oh, the hilarity.

This man has nothing on The Donald T.

This man has nothing on The Donald T. Nothing, I tell you.

One must successfully travel 360 feet for the effort to count as an official "run".

A 70" HDTV in warmth, or $350-and-way-up to stand with What Dat? Look at those unwelcome tongues darting out.

All scouts are stalkers.

In 750 years, this event will seem religious involving sacrifices, as proven by the red garb.

I will be living right on the beach as soon as I make friends with Dan Snyder, then have him remove the 8 miles of inconvenient land blocking my home from the ocean.

For shame, Big Scotland.

Donald Sterling. All day.

These one-use shirts are Tattoo Covers, ordered by the honchos to increase White Christmas ratings.

This is a cartoon, not a letter. It depicts the profile of a robot's head, slightly turned to its left.

This pic shows a Seaver-like delivery with knee to the ground. If that is so, Tanaka will need Seaver's ass.

A vote for Jack Morris is also one for Howard Ehmke. So don't.