Boat Diddley? Is that a play on words?

I think I saw him on Bassmasters last week.

The scary part is that the “2006” in the album title dates this accurately within the past half-century. This was straight-up designed in Microsoft Word.

Battle for the bayou: Swamp Dogg vs. Boat Diddley.

Yeah, winner rides away on a huge white rat.

Was he a guest referee in Bud Bowl V?

The greatest tragedy in this man’s life was when they shut the Dairy Queen. He even wrote a song about it.

“Hot fudge judgement… and soft whispers”? All I know is that it takes a lot of “hot fudge judgement” to build a body like that.

This a proud headliner in our “Southern Comfort” category for a REASON! Where else would someone write a love song to the Dairy Queen?

Good LORD! She is the new puppet master.

I don’t think even Chucky would want to play with little Ricky.

This stuff is just spooky.

Judge, I swear, I didn’t kill him… it was LITTLE RICKY!

The happy couple on their honeymoon in Jamaica.

I saw Ricky perform on the MOTOCROSS last week… and he was BADASS! (Queue Elvis entry music, animated flashing neon signs of RICKY!)

I would like to remind our readers that while Bobby may appear to be enfolded in pink lace, it is, in fact, "tulle"––which is very, very different.

I bet you could make a sweet couch out of those pants.

This reminds me of when I was forced to juggle scarves in elementary school P.E. It was like the happy hands club.

Ben notes Mr. Womack’s stunning resemblance to Urkel.

Hmmm, apparently Manowar kicked Frodo’s ass to get ‘the ring of power.’

Respect the metal or we’ll bring democracy to your country.

God bless America.

That’s a belt buckle even Garth Brooks could covet.

I think I used that ring as a flotation device in the kiddie pool.

What is metal’s obsession with big ass swords and spray-on tights?

Poor France!

I don’t really feel that bad for France.