"Coming in at the top of the 69th, pitching for the Los Angeles Dodgers..."

The ghillie suit cop from To Catch a Predator has lived in my head rent-free for two decades now.

Attempting to meet a minor but getting chewed out by Chris Hansen and then bumrushed by Swamp Thing has to be one of the funniest cases of dashed expectations I've ever witnessed.

Dedicating the entirety of autumn to romantics, poets, dreamers, cryptids, and headless specters on horseback who spirit away terrified visitors of sleepy countryside settlements.

Sometimes, the only thing stopping you from making a scene is having the self-awareness to know that scene risks being straight out of a snuff film.

"GLORIOUSLY ARCHAIC."

"Diablo 1 inspiration."

Okay, I'm intrigued.

"My name is Ye and I sucked my cousins dick till I was 14."

Apropos of absolutely nothing, here's that time Nightcrawler broke into the White House and started kicking people in the face.