I believe you mean “rocking the shit out of sinful lipstick.”

What could possibly go wrong?

Wilma Flintstone ain’t got NUTHIN on you!

These are tremendous. God, I love old photos.

The covered arcade in the background reminds me of vintage shots of Atlantic City. Maybe that’s where they were? …Then again, I may be remembering a beach setting from Boardwalk Empire.

These “Let’s see your old family photos” posts are my new favorite thing on all of Gawker Media.

So, so great! Both of those pics are awesome in every regard.

Everything about that photo is awesome.

July 30, 1966. If you weren’t yet alive back then… yeah, me neither.

Maybe bat flips mean something different in Korean. Easy for me to say, but if I were an MLB pitcher and a dude did that shit, on his next AB he’d get my best 4-seamer right in the ribcage.

The guy at 3:24, alone in his basement, running up and sliding down the stairs is my fav.

That reminds me of my reaction to another goal that hasn’t been mentioned here yet: Wambach’s 122nd minute header of Rapinoe’s 40-yard cross against Brazil in the 2011 WWC. Like you, I was watching at home with only my dog for company—my dog who was, as it turned out, in the last month of her life at the time and…

According to the caption on the YouTube page, the player in the #2 shirt who got the yellow card (and then threw the punch) was pissed off about an earlier non-call in the other team’s penalty area. The ref was treated for 15 minutes at the scene, then taken to the hospital where he received stitches in his chin and…

Francoeur couldn’t get anybody out

He’ll never make that mistake again. No hao, no wei.

C’mon. “Anything” is a lot of things. Even in a Prelude, you could at least get a no-look handjob from someone in the passenger seat.

Second goal, sweet one-touch pass from Lallana.

Reminds me of watching the USWNT’s 14-0 defenestration of the Dominican Republic a few years back. I remember thinking at one point “Why don’t they just take it easy on them a little,” and then realizing, “oh wait—they are.”

It was a hitch kick. Dance training informs my sports commentary yet again.

Ahahahaha! I hadn’t seen that. Pretty funny.