Every cake needs icing.

I know the perfect person for the part

To be fair, that’s an Australian cow. It’s size is greatly exaggerated by the Mercator projection.

Thanks for sharing, this is a great story! I hope to cross paths with this organization again, perhaps make a trip to Wales next year.

I am just now seeing this message but we actually stumbled upon the Homeless World Cup and we had a GREAT TIME! It was one of the highlights of my trip to be quite honest.

Fuck her shitty ass parents. Bill for family vacation... I hope she never pays and it fucks up your credit forever, you trifling, nasty assholes. I hope Discover calls you nightly. I hope this article gets you hate mail.

“Well, I believe in the soul, the knob, the quim, the swell of a bird’s arse, the curling free kick, bangers and mash, brown ale, that the novels of Jane Austen are self-indulgent poorly-edited bunk. I believe Jack the Ripper never left a note. I believe their ought to be an Act of Parliament outlawing Omniturf and…

When I was in sixth grade, I was singled out by the kids in my class for bullying, on the grounds that I wore Reebok sneakers matched with Nike socks. It stopped when one of the kids reached down to try and pull up my pants and see what my socks looked like, only for me to try and kick him in the face.

How on earth did the DNC not run ads in every single race this fall simply pointing out all the ways the Republican party tries to stop people from voting with the tagline “Why Don’t They Want You To Vote?”

Fountains of Lame

Here ya go. Written with the thought (hopes?) that maybe Mrs Wohl might be embarrassed by her dumbass son. And remember, I didn’t say it was good…

Remember scumbag assholes, in a murder suicide, do the suicide first.  

How could you include that last tweet but not his follow up?

I disagree. I don’t think that Charlie Hunnam would make a good Idris Elba at all.

you had me at conniption.

Jon: When I was a junior in high school I was a convenience store clerk at a truck stop. I had to clean pubes and blood off in the showers.

He was only down there for a few seconds, but his recording device recorded 18 hours of static.

At least he was able to fulfill his childhood dream of being a conductor on a train.

I’m more a fan of pop art.

I like this strategy of bringing Vishnevetsky back for reviews just frequently enough so we can’t ever get over his leaving.