So LA, Cleveland, or maybe Philly? Wasn’t that the “opt-out” list, unless he decides to take a substantial pay cut?

To be fair, I don’t think there are any pockets Marco Rubio can’t fit in.

So, what’s the hair transplant market in LA like? You staying pretty busy?

Y’all: Please stop ungreying the dumb fucking troll.

...but also I had a lot of respect for the way Sarah Huckabee Sanders handled it. She didn’t chew ‘em out. She didn’t pitch a fit. She didn’t call ‘em ‘immigrant-loving thugs’ or whatever.

“Actually, the divorce was the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Don’t sleep on the gator rolling its ass back out of the truck and staring that dude down.

Early this morning a summer intern working on a sports marketing degree woke up to the pettiest, most insufferable email imaginable.

I applaud your general recognition that the ‘teen numbers are overused trash.

There was also the posthumous Jack Johnson pardon—so...two semi-admirable* things, or about one every 8 months or so. And of course that pardon also came with a ready-made “more than Obama did” narrative as well. It’s almost like that’s the main reason behind both.

You normally get a prize for that kinda time? Because Bofa Deez Nuts finished in just over 20 seconds last week and didn’t get anything but shame and an Uber.

Maybe we should consider the possibility that he has an odd-looking head.

If I fall asleep at work I’m blaming it on the NBA Twitter memes

Once is a mistake, twice is pattern. Val was right, Tom Cruise is a fucking asshole.

He zipped one backwards past his own ear in the last game on an almost identical play, but Steph missed the shot. What I’m saying is Jordan Bell’s swaggy self doesn’t lack for confidence.

I think one of the TNT guys pointed this out in the postgame, but you can really see the breakdown of Houston’s offense absent Paul when Harden tires. Everyone else on that team is a screener, spot-up shooter, or rebounder on offense—they all need someone initiating the offense to play off of. It’s really hard to see…

Why are you posting stills from old Robert Zemeckis films on a beauty blog?

It’d also be nice if they would stop trying to die by shooting themselves in the foot repeatedly—i.e. turning the ball over in the most frustrating manner possible.