Look at the good he did for The Game Of Basketball. Before Kobe, Basketball was boring and useless. I remember watching games as a kid and crying from boredom. The players would just walk on the court and shake hands for 48 minutes while the coaches deflated as many basketballs as they could with crude knives. Unreal.…

Because consensual BDSM play has nothing to do with actual rape. Many sex-positive feminists engage in BDSM without it conflicting or cancelling out their feminist politics.

Lots of women have rape fantasies. Please remember that kink shaming is not okay, and neither acting in nor viewing videos simulating rape is an endorsement of actual rape.

Yeah. Sex with strangers is gross! This is why AirBNB is so messed up, Can’t anything just be a simple HH Holmes murder hotel anymore? I just want to check into a hotel, realize there are no windows, wander around hallways that dead end to useless stairs, and then suffocate in a gigantic human vault.

If you can dodge a wrench you can dodge answering a question about being a pedophile.

I would just like to note that when I scrolled down from this exact comment there was an ad for Casual at the bottom of the screen.

A lot of the problem came when they switched to Lifetime and one day challenges became the standard.

No that’s when you get out a sharpie, circle the stain and write the words “worth it” next to the stain.

Surely he’d recall his identity after just one look at his monogrammed thermos.

I’ve actually started to like Shannon a little more this season (especially when she’s just with the girls having fun or calling Vicki out on her bullshit), but good lord in heaven woman, give it up. She’s making me want to cheat on her and I’ve never even met the woman.

My advice to get people to stop hugging you is to stop bathing. Works like a charm.

“THE CHURCH IS COMING FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE”

Same thing that’s happened to Elizabeth Berkley, you barely work again because you’ve achieved absolute perfection and Hollywood is too intimidated.

If I ever pass the bar, I’m gonna specialize in Pinkham’s Law.

Rage farmers: rocking out to Killing In The Name while they harvest that winter wheat!

When I was about three, my grandmother was making baked potatoes, and left a few wrapped in foil on the edge of the stovetop. She told me ‘HOT’, but I was all ‘I’M THREE AND YOU DON’T TELL ME SHIT’ and picked one up.

Please tell me that server for Peanut Lady encountered her in a dark alley later and beat her to death with a stuffed Mr Peanut doll.

“Steakback Outhouse.”

I was such a massive PR fan.... but I had no idea it was even still on.