Even the lousiest singer doesn't deserve to be engulfed by a giant white blood cell. Unless of course we're talking about Justin Timberlake.

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I was gonna send a robot back in time, but I got high.

Niggaz best peep this gang sign I'm throwin', don't be fuckin' wit da West Side Mitochondrias...

"Help!  I'm trying to escape from Kirby's vagina!"

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I has a flavor!

It seemed like a good idea at the time to have a dancing prostate in front of the clinic on Saturdays...

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Say something cryptic then leave snickering.

Whadda we want?

EQUAL RIGHTS FOR DONUT HOLES!!

When do we want it?

NOW!!

"Yo, yo, Goatse-face in the house"

i dont have a caption, but i just wanted to point out that the funniest thing about this picture is not the odd costume. the man is wearing moccasins.

Mascot for the Western Mississippi Rappin' Colo-Rectal Polyps.

Go Polyps!

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"There's no point in beating a dead horse ... except, of course, for the pure joy of it." - A. Whitney Brown

MC Roid in da house.

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Legend, oh legend, the third wheel legend...always in the way.