Best line in the piece.

Anyone else spot the big honking sign he’s still not over Amber Rose yet?

You start getting dizzy from standing there and staring at one point for so long.

Name one genius that isn’t crazy.

Fish sticks.

GAAAAAAAAAA WE GET IT, KANYE, YOU LOVE AMBER ROSE

“I honestly feel like Kanye’s about to make some political activist statement and if he has me up here dressed like a slave to make some sort of blactivist moment, I’m gonna be so pissed.”

I try. I try so hard with Kanye, because I think some of the shit that is rained down on him has at least a little to do with the color of his skin, but good lord that man is a full-fledged man-child asshole. It’s like performance art at this point, but really bad performance art where the guy stands in the middle of…

It’s really scary when you realize Kim Kardashian is the smart one in that relationship.

Yeah I’m Team Taylor on this one. Given the astronomical size of Kanye’s ego, I highly doubt he called Taylor Swift to “clear” anything with her before releasing it. That’s almost laughable in how unlikely it is. It’s also hilarious that he thinks he made her famous - exhibit 1,792 of his over-inflated ego.

Because if a woman gives you permission to call another woman a bitch then it must be ok. Or something.

Kanye "asked his wife for her blessings" to... call Taylor Swift a bitch?

heir to his fathers legacy? are we just going to ignore that his daughter has been running the magazine for like 30 years?

Did everyone else know Hef had a son?

This is the best ‘knock, knock motherfucker’ ever.

Needs more black or red. And possibly a wolf or an explosion.

I mean considering the number of men I’ve known who thought tampons were clearly being used as little dildos, I wouldn’t put it past them to suggest the applicator be ribbed.

That’s wonderful for you both. I personally would not appreciate supporting a person that I was dating (and I likely wouldn’t), nor would I expect a person I was dating to support me (financially of course).

I DON WAN NO SCHLUB