Heathcliff, explained.

Heathcliff is airing himself out after intercourse. Mr. Nutmeg, no stranger to Heathcliff's sexual deviancy, is used to the smell.

I can hardly contain my laughter.

It probably isn't Heathcliff's birthday, but confusion on the part of the singing hot dog, what with the lack of eye holes and the pain from his broken arm.

Snowballing with the umpire is a good way to get ejected from the game.

Circled: Eight unexplainable things.

21st century, motherfucker!