Grunewald’s instagram take went out the window faster than a greased paper airplane dipped in gasoline and set on fire when she started of with a Taylor Fucking Swift quote.

I’d say it handled the situation pretty well.

Plot twist: Heckling moron is a Mormon.

Oh, it gets so much better!

Like Occam’s razor through a Cleveland steamer.

Given that Drew Bledsoe did a warm-up video for the crowd on Saturday, the odds seem much higher here that Rozier is just giving props to Drew.

Cool idea. If you are unfortunate enough to get cancer, I look forward to you telling your oncologist to bill you for the full price of all your meds, not the lower price provided by insurance.

This guy can’t last the weekend, right?

I’m glad to give you a star on this caucasian.

I didn’t know Sam Kinison was an Indians fan.

Pitchfork is flat-out fucking awful.

Doritos at the #1 position? What kind of sick, depraved childhood did you have?

I didn’t realize Michael Rapaport had time from his busy schedule of shilling convenience store coffee to get in twitter beefs.

Time to bring Hank Scorpio to East Lansing.

You must have missed that day in 8th grade when they explained what hypocrisy is.

This is all well and good but how do you get established smells out of technical clothes? Do those sports detergents actually work?

+1 trip to S-Mart

“This one should wo- oops, no, that’s Pizza The Hutt”

When you guys run stories about Jerry Jones, do you do a google image search for ‘Jerry jones skeleton’ or ‘jerry jones splotchy skin’ or maybe ‘Jerry Jones why you should use sunblock’ or is that what he just looks like?

In fact, just this morning, I checked Facebook to find a grand total of zero friend post some big, epic “I’m leaving” message. For those that are sticking around, which seems like most, this information is pretty useful.