See, I could get behind LaLa...but it REALLY icks me out that she gives James the time of day. He is so VILE—he’s like that foreign, old, moldering band aid you step on in the gym showers. Contact with him—even watching his scenes—makes me want to bleach and hyper-scrub away layers upon layers of YUCK.

the cost of living has risen since then, and it’s safe to conclude that salaries have risen along with it.

I also read a book. It was called 1984. It’s about this guy and his big brother.

What does it say when your vapid teen girl sketch isn’t as good as Adam Sandler’s?

High five Cylon! HIGH FIVE ME!

I’d rather see “child of a Pinterest mom”.

It’s more of a commentary on the narcissism of many who post on Instagram. Very few great artists use(d) themselves as the sole subject of their work. Instagram promotes exhibitionism at the expense of intimacy: how many special moments are now paused so that someone can get a pic to post of it? Sorry, the thesis of…

No, Donald, you pinheaded fuckwad, ISIS is what they prefer to be called. Why would you acknowledge their aspirations to create and govern a legitimate Islamic state in the region?

Right a 103 QB rating is struggling.

she is not funny. they keep trying to make Rebel Wilson happen. Every joke revolves around her weight or sexual desire. it’s boring at this point.

This movie would be funnier with a wheel of Brie as a lead.

I’ll miss the chicken tetrazzini woman

Agreed. I will go where it goes. They literally have shuttered everything I regularly read on here. I’m in shock.

Pro-life is really pro-birth. Once they’re out you’re completely on your own.

They are both the thirstiest motherfuckers in LA

Dayuuim Deadspin. Gotta give it you this is some great muckraking, and journalism. ESPN, Fox Sports, NBC may want to take notes.

My sides reached orbit at “first generation Fat-Lesbian”. I only hope that one day, I too will be able to find someone who will stare down assholes while I dance to songs from the 70s.

Our family tradition at Christmas is to go out Christmas Eve for lunch at a greasy spoon, be polite to the server, and leave a $100 tip in cash. It’s kind of selfish, actually— we all get to feel super altruistic, and we race to get out before the server finds the cash and feels like they need to thank us.

I love the idea that he wasn’t supposed to call the police on people about to endanger those around them.

“I’m genuinely going to miss him. He knew how to push everyone’s buttons, had no patience for the rigorous blandness of the perfectly calibrated reality program he found himself amongst, and clashed fabulously with Kris.”