She must be the worst at handies. What’s the point even?

It’s like Christopher Walken and Bill Hicks had a baby, and then that baby was raised by Donald Trump and famed Pick-up Artist Mystery.

I think Jeffrey revealed how handsome he thinks Bill Hader is, if that’s he issue with the movie. He never comes out and says it, but the subtext is clearly, “How could Bill Hader, objectively the sexiest man alive, believably be interested in Amy Schumer. He could have sex with anyone on earth, including myself a…

Of those 60 catches, guess how many were touchdowns. Hint: it rhymes with gyro.

Some guy at a football game put something in his trunk. Real fishy. He wasn't even puking on a lady as he banged her.

No one deserves to be treated that way. Not even Broncos fans.

You could get a T-shirt made that says “I understand that you’re mad, and since you don’t want to believe someone you thought was a good person turned out to be horrible your brain resists being angry at him. It’s a defense mechanism. In time you will accept that this is his fault, but until then you have to stop…

The optimistic part of me thinks he (and others like him) are crying because the weight of everything they’ve done has come crashing down on them, and they realize how horrible they’ve been. And i’m glad they’re crying.

If his mother’s last name was Berruet, where did the last name Espinosa come from?

Are we just going to ignore Rubio’s casual no look pass?

I think you started this.

This is lazier than getting Diamante Espaldas from google translate.

CAM’S A QWARTERBACK. QWARTERBACKS GOTTA BE LEADERS. DURR LEADERS DON’T DANCE ALL TWERKY. LEADERS CHARLESTON!

In the first video the receiver clearly was confused as well since he was HOTDOGGING!

Those heartless umpires don’t even acknowledge him afterwards. Not even a pat on the back to help with the hiccups.

Do yourself a solid and listen to their entire catalogue. They are a fun band.

Not sure how I feel about the “RIP France” sign.

It’s all fun and piss until someone’s a dick to a kid.

On the Red Line of DC’s metro I saw a young gentleman drunk from brunch (I assume) slouched over in his seat suddenly perk up and projectile vomit orange liquid (the color of mimosas) onto the carpeted floor of the train. A family scampered out of his range.

I think he’s been LA long enough to switch allegiances.