I don’t got a lot. Ain’t that much funny out there. That’s why this segment’s a little late. But I did manage to scrape a few things together so MacAoidh doesn’t have to write his post about Jindal’s tax plan an’ how it’s doin’ about as good as the Saints’ defense.

Like this, for example…

We have this, too…

And this, which is not about Easter…

And this isn’t a fark at all. It requires no introduction…

This one’s more of a video fark, kinda. Or something. I’m not even sure what it is.

It’s David Phelps, who’s the kid of that clown-moonbat preacher Fred Phelps who runs the Westboro Baptist Church, gettin’ bum-rushed out of a trailer by a 500-pound naked dude. What to do with that, I dunno. But I couldn’t stop lookin’ at it, and I don’t like what that says about me.

And speakin’ of fat dudes behavin’ badly, how ’bout this fella? If you’re gonna get burgled by somebody it might as well be this guy…

Scratch that. If you’re gonna have a burglar, then you oughta do it right…

All right, that’s enough. Happy Easter, y’all!