If there's one thing we all enjoy, it's Christina's boobies.

He calls it a man, I call it Ben Franklin without the glasses

Scott, most girls practice on a banana or a carrot, just so you know.

Asthma attack!

Ryan naps while the audience member next to him ponders the meaning of life

It really would have been easier without the pantyhose.

I love this picture, but where's the nipple?

Riff Raff: "I'm lazeing your head! I'm lazeing your head! Ha-ha!"

Sins O' the Flesh master chorale, busting eardrums once again

Disco Magenta! Disco Magenta!

Look, we're all a bit funnier at 2 a.m.