This whole thing makes me love him even more (actually, I didn’t even love him before, but now I do). I can’t wait until you guys meet in person and it turns out like a terrible/great romantic comedy, in which you hated him and he drove you crazy in a bad way, and then it turned into driving you crazy in a good way,…

This makes me much, much happier than it should. The idea of Ed Sheeran randomly living his entire life just to irritate you is so much better than the idea that he’s doing all of this because he thinks it’s a good idea.

THE SAGA CONTINUES

“Grandma I drew you this lion picture to cheer you up.”

When the tat is completed, “SYKE” will be written above it in Old English.

Most black folk back in my day, 70’s & 80’s, taught us to never share hats or ear muffs. I thought they didn’t want us to get blamed by the white parents for bringing the lice. If I recall correctly, none of us got lice but a bunch of white girls got the Dorothy Hamil cut whenever an outbreak occurred.

That’s fair. My comment was more an attempt to say let’s see how this all plays out before we crucify Derrick Rose like many are wont to do based on the filing of a lawsuit. I'll reserve judgment, but this seems strikingly different than say the Bill Cosby situation.

Reading some other articles, it seems there is no confirmation on whether the accuser is an ex-girlfriend. Maybe the opening of the article should be changed from: “An ex-girlfriend of Derrick Rose, basketball player for the Chicago Bulls, is suing” to “A person claiming to be an ex-girlfriend of Derrick Rose,…

The lack of criminal charges and the “conservative” family that wouldn’t empathize with their child who had been raped brutally by what would have to be a demented psychopath. The escaping the house and them not being afraid she’d call the cops, but actually going to her house and breaking in.

Innocent until proven guilty. If a woman accuses of man of rape, everyone sides with her and calls the guy a piece of shit. It’s annoying how social media has turned it into “guilty until proven innocent, but if that happens, we’re still gonna say you’re guilty.”

I’m going to get crucified here, but those are some pretty serious charges to be leveling so I hope there is some evidence to support it. I have no reason to believe she doesn’t, and if she does, fuck him. But there’s a lot about this story that gives one pause.

Can play the shit out of a fiddle, that’s for sure.

When my grandkids ask me if I ever saw Ed Sheeran’s chest when I was younger I’ll say no but they’ll see the horror in my eyes.

Hey now. Be reasonable.

That really is a terrible tattoo. Who looks at that drawing and thinks “yep...make that shit permananet.” Like...love yourself, ya know?

As opposed to all other real chest tattoos, which are super awesome and look great and are not regrettable at all.

And she should be wearing totally inappropriate clothes and just giving us that diva bitch-face no one else can match! Not even Madonna!

Yeah, I actually think there’s probably a pretty decent friendship underneath what sounds like a long-abandoned wreck of a romantic relationship. They care about all the same things, and it sounds like they can arrange their lives so they see each other no more frequently than good buddies. They wouldn’t be the first…

Oh, no, I do. I think those two are best friends and each other’s favorite companion.

Me, to my 4 year old: “Peanut butter.”

4 year old: “Why? WAIT. YES.”

Now we’re eating a spoonful of peanut butter each. Good lookin’ out, Yoko.