And there's Keef, who is the most important thing to happen to midwestern hip-hop since Kanye...

There's my personal favorite, the ultimate Sad Boy, Yung Lean...

Then there's Billy's favorite, the Based God, Lil B.

Because of that Shmoney Dance post, I'm going to give a crash course in the worst best hip-hop money can't buy at this point and time...

I don't know, Billy. I think the Shmoney Dance fad died about a week ago.

1a. Thou shalt not rank Original Cafe Mix Milk and Honey Granola ahead of other breakfast cereals.

It's a gift.

One more 10 hour shift at work and I get to spend a weekend in Atlanta with OutKast. One. More. Shift.

THIS COMMENT IS CLICKBAIT, BRO. THIS SITE SUCKS.

*insert anything featuring Iggy Azalea here*

I tend to watch the Cooking Channel more than the Food Network these days. The Food Network has way too many competitions these days, and they have some god awful hosts/talent.

You suck, man.

Great, now there's cherry Coke all over my phone. +1.

How much you wanna bet this is retweeted by Skip Bayless within the next six hours?

Carroll O'Connor is spinning in his grave.

That kid is a walking Disney movie.

Been home sick from work the last few days, so in my boredom I've binged through Scrubs for probably the sixth or seventh time in my life.

It also doesn't help the Gators' cause that Jeff Driskel is the collegiate version of post-every-surgery-ever-Chad Pennington.

Just like his days at Tottenham, Dempsey disappoints when it matters.

As you mentioned, the only guy I could see turning into someone close to Hester's return numbers is Cordarrelle Patterson. He's arguably the most freakish athlete in the league right now, and makes defenders look silly when he turns on the jets in the second and third level.