Vagina. On wheels.

Some of the best cinema is hidden in The (British) Office finale.

Stopped here: 3. If I show up to thinks you invite me to and you never show up to our invites or even respond

I went to Jasmin.com, and the first cam-ho I clicked on was smoking. Marlboro Lights.

I'm looking, and I still cannot find the rape threat. Everyone should prepare their anuses.

That boner actually thought his baseball cap would survive the ride?

Man, this is movie shit.

I'm not defending him Matt. I want his story.

Headline:

Please. How about that guy watching and texting?

The kid didn't steal beer as much as he stole some excellent shots.

The accused quarterback's name is Fields Chapman.

A day following writer Scott Rosenberg would have been better spent:

My hometown: Smallest State, with the Longest Name!

That's CharlesTOWN, RI. Fuck.

I, for one, was just fucking with you. Apologies. I always feel bad on Monday.

You edited it Paul. Fess up.

Still... Go Clippers!

How do you feel about cock, Captain?

I knew it. I KNEW you were a security guard!