Calm down, Megyn Kelly.

The absolute ruining of RGIII by the severe mismanagement of the Washington staff was fucking horrendous.

Cooling drag.

Sending air bouncing off a close-out is a lot more aerodynamic than letting that air bounce around in your engine bay.

Go there at night for 15-20 min and see the lights and crowds. I know New Yorkers forgot what joy actually is, but there are moments there that are quite delightful.

Go to the Whitney when it opens to avoid lines. Then, grab some awesome (and relatively reasonably priced) seafood at the Lobster Place in Chelsea Market. Afterwards, walk the High Line, but don’t go nuts because it’s pretty crowded and kind of one note (but what a note!).

As someone who has done concert photography at a few hundred shows, I can attest to the fact that I remember a hell of a lot more about the actual concert when I was just there watching than the shows where I was shooting.
If I was shooting a band I really loved, I made sure to stop shooting for a second while I was…

Saw these pictures an hour ago and I swear, I thought it was an Infiniti.

Jesus Christ!! Six bucks for bread?! I’d take the tags off it, too, if only because I didn’t want people to know I paid six bucks for sando bookends.

She does stand by her beliefs. She did not apologize for what she said, she apologized for ESPN becoming involved.

Seriously! I won’t even put a bumper sticker on a painted surface of my Jeep Liberty and I want to burn that thing to the ground.

Never mind not washing it, or having the jumper cables showing in one pic (meaning someone attempted to start it and may or may not have bent the valves)... I’m going CP on this because some jackass purchased a Ferrari AND PUT A FUCKIN’ BUMPER STICKER ON IT. Never mind what that sticker is for (1/20/13, a TWO TERM old…

“Sure beats sleeping with two fives.”

If you have to have the company that made the car you own activate the car so you can drive it, you don’t really own the car.

Mistake or not, glad to see a shitty former Giant get some votes.

He never stood up for Lou Holtz whose 2nd language is English.

As a theatre professional I just need to shout one more time: NOT EVERYTHING NEEDS TO BE TURNED INTO A GOD DAMN MUSICAL.

“Twerking” may be the general name, but when you’re up against a wall and you go bottoms-up specifically for the Chargers it’s called “Ryan Leafing.”