This will forever make me laugh. Every time I see it.

Good ol’ drunk Uncle Bert the Blurt. Quit apologizing for him and pop the corks. On air.

You can’t argue with math.

I get why the Lakers hired him to scuttle this hull, but it was surprising when any other team hired Byron Scott. He is looks great in a suit and has a deep voice. He knew Magic.

Wow, what a movie! Who will play the HuffPost’s sensational expose sleuth/reporter? Taylor Twellman can be played by Kyle Kwackup.

Please depict the Billy Goat Curse on the tarp.

Unimpressive game, unimpressive postgame.

You will eat your words when it is finally proven that eating Tumor Tacos cures/prevents cancer.

Our American Cousin.

Seems more akin to Magic Johnson v. Paul Westhead than to anti-Semitism.

DEFENSE ATTORNEY WALKOFF:

Running the triangle requires snagging the biggest ass in the draft. The Knicks thought that meant personalities.

What is her position in getting me a sandwich?

The NFL proudly shows off men gangbanging the IQ out of each other.

I love me some Bill Walton.

Peter King is a dead ringer for Babe Ruth.

Just like Santa Claus, Aaron Hernandez sits in the snowy north making a list. Unlike Santa's, I don't want to be on it.

Cryin Piccolo is premed. Just imagine her delivering the news that Tiny Tim's cancer is terminal.

"Did Bill Simmons Make a Fool of Himself..." is a rhetorical question.

While in awe of Steve Nash's accomplishments on the court and in the vault, he retires before I am convinced that he is googly-eyed.