I checked his instagram and he literally has 69 tattooed all over his body hundreds of times. At least throw a Garfield in there for good measure dude.

I’m pretty sure it’s just LaVar in a series of ridiculous disguises that don’t work.

If you mean cheering one on, I’m in.

“I must protect my daughter’s tender virgin ears from being sullied by your violent speech, sir! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go help her get ready for her date with Roy Moore.”

Only 170 fans had the privilege of seeing this minute live, but thank god at least one of them had the awareness to film it.

So... they’ve got a patent on making me not want to play their games.

I lived in Riverside for a decade and CBU is racist AF. There will be never be an expulsion for this because the school is at the heart of Trumps base. Maybe they’ll be forced to do community service, but just for the sake of PR. CBU students are the worst; they spend their free time proselytizing at local coffee…

Ben Roethlisberger introduced the players’ three choices

If he’d timed that a little better he could have landed the guy on the Dave and Busters logo and won 500 tickets.

On hearing that, a tearful Charles Sr. said that his son was the best cousin a brother could have.

So many of us, myself included, take it completely for granted that we are citizens. And I mean I have an immigrant mother and a sister born overseas.

Why are Brett Michaels and Aaron Carter fighting? That lead picture is confusing.

How dare deadspin publish a post by Mr. Petchesky, with his slavic sounding name, on this, the 5th anniversary of the Ljubljana Marshes hot air balloon crash in Slovenia. I am aghast at the insensitivity.

She does. I just ran to the Root before my head exploded. Thank Meghan.

Shit, now I’ll be listening to Case of the Ex on repeat all day.

Or as the President has said in his own words...

True story, I dated a guy who lived down the street from the ice cream truck depot in the West Village. Around 5pm, every summer evening, they all roll out as an adorably coordinated sugar-fueled cheer army. The jingles were always delightful because even though they were loud, they just sound like happiness.

Suspicious? As in anyone a shade or more darker than Vanilla Bean ice cream?

That's like threatening to fight every heterosexual at a Melissa Etheridge concert.