I get shit on every day at work and I only make $70k!

That’s the thing about all these conversations about whether or not we should accept back these fuckers after some nebulous period of “time out” from public life - it presupposes that there’s no one else with sufficiently good (or better!) talent that we could direct our attention to. It all focuses on the tragic loss…

She’s definitely an LA local with the afternoon free, and she’s definitely had an edible.

My first roommate’s dog was named Oki. Good dog.

Anna sounded fun until she got married. 

Anybody know Anna’s phone number?

If it turns out that Drew got hit by a car, that would really make all of the “Shit Ranked!” article and comments pretty ironic.

Anyone else still read it as “Frye” at first?

I can’t... I just can’t. There’s so much to unpack in this photo.

I did not say the allegations against CK or R. Kelly are the same anywhere in this post. I’m talking about a common attitude in the entertainment industry that lets men off the hook for a whole spectrum of abuse and sexism because they’re artists.

Maybe it's time to grow up and quit contributing to things that actively hurt others.

The whole point is by booking ck you are saying you do not value the professional safety and integrity of women. That is a big fucking deal. 

“renowned acts as... Blink-182.”

If shooting it was as boring as watching it, what choice would they have had?

This video is a great argument in favor of announcers shutting the fuck up.

Let me preface this with: I’m a guy, and apparently, guys get weird, shrivel-inducing sexts as well.

I wish! I did tell him, after his frantic apology text that I liked him but I didn't LIKE like him.

I used to work directly across the street from the building I lived in and at the time my partner and I had somehow gotten into the habit of using ridiculous food euphemisms for sex. One day I was at work and got a message that said “If you come home right now, we can have egg salad sandwiches” so I dipped out of a…

I burned it from my phone but I once received an exercise in amateur literotica from my brother that was meant for his girlfriend. I texted back "Please, sir, there's been a mistake " and then died inside.