Wave the watch, we can call this one. JRV, the Peter Pan of Fanboys, shows up to compete in keyboard vengeance with Hillary's fourteen or fifteen fake IDs.

Seriously, has this ever gotten you a shot at hearing your name echo off the cavernous walls of porn star pussy or do you just do it for the 8x10s you hide from your wife beneath the case of crank oil in the garage?

Oops! Over there! Someone's questioning the remarkably painless chemo of our favorite Make-a-Wish Foundation recipient! Attack, Fido, attack!