Death to the yarl.

Motherboy 2016 sure got weird.

Gawker is going out in style this week and some of the articles are fantastic. Ashley Feinberg's "Gawker Media's Biggest Mistakes" article is just screen captures of her ideas that were shot down and is pretty hilarious.

*A single tear runs down Andrew W.K.'s cheek*

Nothing says metal like socks n' sandals.

I hear they're remaking Benjamin Button but this time he gets older as he ages.

Juggafauxs

The salt in the wound of my not getting to see them is that Dallas and Houston are getting more dates.

That nightclub looks dank and Mulder.

Where are all the puns? That's my equestrian.

Donald Glover is too old for this shit.

So this is how the East Coast - West Coast rivalry ends. If Tupac were really dead, he'd be spinning in his grave.

I'll pay the price of a Doritos Cheesy Gordita Crunch Box not to be repeatedly told I should eat a Doritos Cheesy Gordita Crunch Box.

Look, I can't drink coffee anymore so I'm not as sharp as I used to be.

You can pay $11 to not see ads. I'd rather pay $11 and wait a day than sit through ads and watch something on air.

It's our generation's "dead head sticker on a Cadillac."

And Meg Tilly!

The last time I had Stranger Things on my pizza, it was that Papa John's cheeseburger pizza abomination.

They consistently deliver on time and under budget. The logic being that they'll get plenty of chances to keep making movies. I'm pretty sure they've been offered big budget films and turned them down because it is foreign to this philosophy.

Are we really doing this? Ok.