You aren’t not wrong.  Or right.  Shit.

Snoop only apologized because he realized he can’t sell Tostitos and show up on The Ellen show and still act like an asshole.
The only thing that changed his mind was the potential hit to his wallet.

The bank.

Where was his momma when he was writing about bitches, hos and tricks?

No one is gonna mention that little girl Julia in pink tulle dress smuggling a turkey sandwich in her purse? Because yes.

You could spend a week in the Oscars’ press line.

The phrase “my truth” needs to be fucking banished to the fires of hell.

Seal’s her babydaddy, so she’s black by injection.

She probably thought she was exempt because the father of her chillun’ is Black.

Sorry, I’ll finish the column later. I’m still busy trying to figure out how snakes and fish “take a knee...”

My favorite joke was Chidi taking a break to read a garbage Dan Brown book, because I decided to do the very same thing yesterday as well. Those books are fucking terrible and I love them.

I cried so hard during this episode, and cried again reading this recap.

I’m currently bingeing my way back through Cheers, and have to say you are not wrong.

Dey terk our jerbs?!

Immigrant cars doing the work that American cars refuse to do.

We can’t all be David Tracy, with the rusted Jeeps and punch cards for a free tetanus shot.

This year I’ve spent in maintenance/repairs (approx):

It wouldn’t surprise me if R32s came with crack pipes.. LOL

Depends on many factors.