Even the full-on, Mediterranean machismo of Bread Harrity isn't enough to outweigh the unsavory quality of all that handbag crotch-play.

We're going to go ahead and say that no matter where she ends up on this list, Holly Browning is our favorite regular. We don't see any need to mar her entry with a joke.

Some roofs should remain unrisen.

Getting nailed in the balls is the comedy equivalent of the Shakespearean monologue. Well, Ron, we think you're ready for The Globe, good sir.

Say what you will, but ever since Palmer Scott sat on our head, we haven't had one migraine. In fact, we lost all sensation.