That's right, Penn & Teller — you've just been Clubbed! No one is safe!

I've heard women not only appreciate shopping, women be shopping!

I can't wait until I'm old enough to make movies about feeling ways about stuff

Bingo! Like all things the wealthy do, their charity is just shuffling money around to make them look good. They do stuff like this, where they give a bunch of money ostensibly to charity, but it's really like paying their museum dues for the year but in the form of a tax write off. This way they get to pay less taxes …

At first I thought the headline said "Lego exclusive" and I got excited. But then I clicked on the link and realized it was just about men in dresses. And then I got really excited. And a little confused.

An Aquaman?!? Well, that's hardly the image we want for Long John Silvers!

Ohhhhhhhh…11?

I just think they're neat!

"This'll clear out the room at the end of the reception"
-Yancy Fry Everyone who finds this album 10 years from now

#mensrights

Price is Right is responsible for more sick days home from school than all illnesses combined!

Even if it's only for a couple of hours, it's always nice to spend some time in Netflix!

Yeah, but isn't there some sort of happy medium? I mean, surely we can come up with an option between "pay hundreds of dollars for thousands of channels, 99% of which you don't watch" and "pay separately for every single thing you ever view."

Pfft! That man's never condemned sexual harassment in his life!

Are we still doing "Spike Lee tweets the wrong address" jokes?

Hey! He's ragging on your cord!

Wait a sec…this is pretty interesting to read. Is this legitimately a good job?!? Is something wrong with this feature?!? More importantly, what am I to do with all the comments I had at the ready indicating I did not think this was a particularly good job and that this feature is questionable at best?!?

As a former Minneapolitan, this just kills me. I've never cried over the death of someone I didn't personally know until this happened, but what's worse is that I can't be there with everyone while they mourn. It feels like I'm skipping a family member's funeral.

Of all the purple-clad, pansexual little person funk gods out there, why did it have to be this one to die?

It also serves as the only good halftime ever. Leave it to Prince to take what is the most staid, corporate-sponsor friendly banality and just rip shit up with a giant penis guitar.