There are plenty of stories about helping the homeless, but Ben Gleib's touching story is probably the way it goes down most of the time.

John Ramsey's clip explains why I hate bananas. I blame my Mom — who made me eat them when they were all brown and told me the gross spots were brown sugar. Eww.

While I can't say I won't always dress my future children in animal costumes or dye their mashed potatoes blue to confuse them, I DO promise to heed Christian Finnegan's wise baby-naming warning.

Beef: Ray Charles vs. Stevie Wonder, one of the National College Comedy Competition entrants from Columbia College is like Hollywood Shuffle meets Ray mixed in with some really poor taste. It's awesome.

Cost effective plunger's so dirty it's funny, and you have to give points for a great crowd reaction.

Auggie Smith makes some decent points for bringing back the draft. And then of course, it just gets weird.

It's hard to not laugh at Joy Gohring making fun of those gnarly sexy thongs on teens.

I think Vic Henley would be an awesome super delegate. If his favorite choice for president won, at least everyone would know who the hell Stedman is.

I'm into astrology so watching Doug Stanhope ream people like me is awesome. I like the first half of the joke better than the last, but maybe it's because I'm a Capricorn/Sagittarius cusp.

Is it really that hard to find a girlfriend who wants to help me catch international art smugglers? Hart to Hart laid the foundation, and Mr. Hastings breaks it down in Love, 1970's TV Style.