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Brandon Marshall's Feminist Manifesto
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Who else watches Community?

To level the playing field, we'll chain our women and gays to the bottom of the stands and force them to fan everyone during matches.

I still can't understand, outside of horribly blatant corruption, how Qatar won the bid for the World Cup.

Is there ANY POSSIBLE BETTER WAY to top off a weekend than with an episode of Bob's Burgers?!?!

I thought it was just initial quirks when they rolled out the new site, but it seems undeniable: The commenting system is broken. Inconsistent display of comments and no front page notification of replies to your comments really hinders interaction.

They could learn a lot from Requiem for a Dream

Do you see the lateral movement on that camera when she's walking? You know the type of swing she has to be rocking to achieve that? I blame absolutely no one in that video.

It's nice that the Keebler elves took time out of the tree to pose for this photo with him.

Say what you want about the charity, you'll never find two people more dedicated and hands-on with their cause.

A car? White-gloved car handlers? A choir? These NBA competitions have more production than a Vivid picture.

With the aforementioned baseball bat.

I'm somewhat disappointed no one came through with the "abdomen" photos to claim the $2,000 from the original article

Rick Pitino's stamina does Louisville no favors

Like a bizarre, litiguous Costanza/Chris-Rock-as-Lance-Barton hybrid, he will in fact crush you with his wallet

There's no longer the helpful notification line that pops up at the top. The only way to tell is when you get emailed (depending on your settings, I believe), or obsessively checking your profile page. Even then, they don't show up until hours later most of the time.

I hope some studio contracts a remake of Casino as a J.J. Redick vehicle just so this can happen.

I thought she had an OB/GYN for that

Don't you dare libel The Rundown or Walking Tall

I'm your huckleberry...