Hey, you. Yeah, the unkempt, sweaty dude with the pickled pig knuckle in your grip. We know you originally ripped out this newspaper page to wipe the grease from your chin, because you certainly don’t read us, but the name Reverend Bob Levy flipped an electrical impulse and you fist-pumped, spraying swine sediment all over the front of your threadbare Killers of Comedy T-shirt. And, yes, you also managed to string together the letters that form Yucko the Clown.... More >>>