When, in such a large family, the kid who went to jail for driving while intoxicated is the 'most sensible of the brood', you know that family suuuuucks.

Of course he needs her, he needs her to stay (be) relevant. I'm still trying to figure out who he is.

I heard that if you say Lena Dunham's name 3 times while looking in the mirror your Twitter account gets optioned by HBO.

If I have to sit on a seat built for a capuchin monkey, terrified to recline it lest I get stabbed, you bet I'm wearing sweats. I'd wear a toga if I had one.

Robyn is too busy dancing her ass off to give a shit.

The majority of vodkas aren't made with potatoes anymore.

there are tons of vodka that are not made with taters. I love the one made with grapes. Cîroc .

Infusions are fine. Cucumber/Thai basil makes a killer martini. It's the artificially sweetened and flavored crap vodkas that are the problem.

it's not directly because they're children of famous people, more that the lifestyle associated with being raised in well-to-do families that enabled these vapid girls to actually amount to anything.

Really? I'm of the complete opposite opinion. I guess anyone and everyone affiliated with Lena Dunham, in any way, grates my nerves.

I think this is a pretty common problem actually. Seems like people think that because something is unpleasant to them, causes them discomfort, or because they don't like it, it means that you have an allergy. 'Fraid not people.

"Anything crunchy I am allergic to."

Maybe they should try praying away the video.

You break it, you buy it. They broke their relationship with their son, and now they have to deal with the consequences of that. You don't get to be a bigot and then get to duck what you reap from being that way.

Well, I love "Portlandia." I've spent time in Portland, and the portrayal isn't inaccurate. Except for the abundant sunshine.

First, I can't believe sponsorourwedding.com is a thing. I rolled my eyes so hard. Second, "percentage of the proceeds are going to charity"... what pray tell is the percentage?

The fawn actually looks pretty relaxed. Look at the dreamy eyes when the guy is rubbing the belly.

I learned from a 45-year-old country song exactly why God made girls: to tell off the shaming bigots of the Harper Valley PTA.

Oh my, that is certainly something. I have a few thoughts:

Nicki is better than her ass. This song is shit. Her ass is fun to watch but I am cringing all the way through it. And anyone can have a fat, round ass if they pay for it so I'm not getting it. Troll away stans...I ain't listening.