His mother and father have trained him since birth in the ancient art of being twice as fucking large as every other man. It's a time tested technique that's known to trump all other disciplines

Steve Williams served as Tiger Woods’ caddy from 1999 to 2011 ... [and] recently wrote a book called “Out Of The Rough” about his time with Tiger.

And she didn’t starve.

Kim’s comment made me giggle because of something completely unrelated: I just learned that one of the candidates to take over Sepp Blatter’s position at FIFA is named Tokyo Sexwale.

Speaking of nothing better to do, I grumpily clicked through Netflix last night for something to watch while doing my nails. I ended up with that documentary on Tig Notaro, called Tig. I did not have high expectations. But it was amazing! It wasn’t a worshipful hagiography, the way those biographical pieces can…

Adults who use the word “yummy” should be taken out back and shot.

this time next year, Obama will still be president. :P

Well, there goes like 1/4 of Jimmy Kimmel’s regular viewers.

Ohh yea, of course they were doing it in Brooklyn before it was cool.

She’s very much of the school where she doesn’t see a problem because she’s doing fine. And if you aren’t doing fine, that must mean you aren’t working as hard as she is.

Eh, I might still... Maybe, I guess

Here’s Adam Levine’s bald head. Whatever.

As a 5”7 woman I have clearly been wandering through life blind to my kitchen privilege. Although I did end up washing a lot of dishes at a retreat centre with a sink that was three or four inches lower than standard - I came out with a sore back and a conviction that the designer was clearly a nutter. Is this how…

First of all, #1 is not earnest. Well-digested creations? That person get it.

Wait, how does her doing this while pregnant make it more disgusting? I’m pretty sure we’ve already hit peak awful here, right?

I can tell you what Sunny D ain’t: the purple stuff.

All I know is that one time when I was 14, I was being a total bitch to my mother as we were walking down Oxford St in London. Instead of getting cross and telling me I was being an asshole, my mother (a creature of mirth and magic and farts) proceeded to drop her shopping bags and began to perform a jig. It was a…