I recently read a great article about why text tattoos are bad ideas and it seems like Miley's feet tattoos are the perfect example. Super thin lines on curvy bumpy body parts that will totally start rubbing off in like a month because you walk on the soles of your feet.

Ugh, every time she says homie my cringometer goes to 11. It's like listening to your dad trying to sound "with it" talking about "that hippity hop" in front of the boy you have a crush on or something. (In this comparison, you are in 9th grade, FWIW.)

So she's basically just really dumb. Gotcha. Nothing to see here.

Uhh

He is married to Ophelia Butt... Ophelia Butt-Heine.

The golden rompers, while well-intentioned, look like diapers.

I hope that W. stands for "Wyde" because I am five as well.

I hope his last name is pronounced "hiney". Because I am five.

As god is my witness I cannot understand why these guys hang out on Jez. What do they get out of it? They don't change any minds; for the most part they don't even get a rise out of anybody. The average commenter here sees a post like that, gives a silent smirk of derision or pity and moves on to something worth…

Since we're talking about horrible things discovered at factory farms, can someone please write about The King Amendment and how it's aiming to make it illegal to document the abuse and horrific conditions in factory farms (and puppy mills and so many other things?)

Never Forget.

I may seriously sit and watch this for the rest of the day.

My immediate reaction to those Lorde insults:

It's a popcorn dress! I bet it gets all tiny when she takes it off!

I want to do filthy things to that beard. And the man it's attached to.

Totally watched this just yesterday. MAN though, those hosts were saying the worst/weirdest/awkwardest/rudest stuff. It was an awkward as eff segment imho.

How could you resist these wittle faces?

Once, I discovered the hard way that eating pineapple after taking a Vicodin makes me spontaneously vomit. I thought it was a fluke, so I tried it again the next day. No dice. That was the last time I ever had a Vicodin.

My co-worker thought they really made coats. He came in my office and shared

[Farts all day in a tune that sounds suspiciously like Debbie Gibson's Electric Youth.]