Well shit. I have never read Dirtbag before so next time I comment I will give it a better try.

This is my #1 favorite comment on any Dirtbag. The person who has either never read Dirtbag, is too obtuse to realize that the entire column is about celebrity gossip and thus gossip rags are sources, OR thinks this is a new and original way to troll despite the fact that at least one person a day comes down to make…

Or two albums worth: “I’m sooooo in love” and “I’m not sooooo sure I’m in love”

In that picture Tom looks like he is being walked by Taylor to his own execution or at the very least a prostate exam. She’s telling him about the song she has started writing about it.

It’s a decent strategy unless they break up before next March. And that’s a long way off.

RIer here: The thing about Rhode Island in June is that it can swing 30 degrees in 24 hours. It is sad that I remember what I was doing when this picture came out, but it had been pretty chilly for a day or two. I remember being confused as to why they would go to the beach at all, except to get a photo op.

+1000 for the Harambe joke, Bobby. Well done.

Isn’t anyone else laughin over the “Harambe’s Revenge” line?

I am dying to slap Timberlake, some people have all the fun.

Fun experiment; go into a public park and watch the people walking by. Then visualize that all the men there have dangly bits just waving around under their clothing and wobbling from side to side as they walk by.

Glob, I am SO GONNA MISS HER.

I thought it would have been comedy of Kaufman proportions if she’d have come out and given Melania’s speech.

I dunno, Melania’s speech had a few really good sentences in it.

There were a few times when you could see her take a breath to compose herself - she’s a magnificent speaker and you could really see the gravity of her mission and now passionately she believes in it.

People at the airport.

To approach her was to approach a church as a reformed Catholic might: knowing the possibility of dazzlement and revelation but arriving within to find a perfect collapse of one’s hopes in the face of the dusty reality of a room full of chairs. What promised the beauty of defined features was on closer regard just…