That is as close to a side-eye as I've seen from a dog!

That's a great way to Apple pay! I mean, pay for Apple...

Speaking of our mothers, I kinda wish the side-eye had been around when this picture was taken. All Grandma Stella knew to give my mom was an old school stink-eye.

Am I the only one who thinks they should let him speak and spend the week leading up to his speech reviewing his many, many horrible pronouncements over his 40 years in "journalism," using blogs, social media, the school paper to shame the university for giving a forum to this guy? Seems to me banking your whole…

If you have a recipe that needs more than an hour of continuous stirring, you have the burner set reeeeeal low.

Thanks for explaining it to me so I can finally explain it to my wife. Local key — of course.

I am just getting SO excited for you to eventually confirm that John Cook is coming back to Gawker!

Dad gum it! I done wet my britches...

I know this is true of a lot of breweries these days, but it seems if I don't pay attention to the end caps at Gomer's Liquors, Boulevard will sneak a new champagne bottle in there with yet another concoction maybe not entirely thought through. Recently I had a quad of theirs with a cherry finish. I felt like adding…

Good save!

It's actually worse, it's a freshman reading National Review for the first time and thinking he's discovered the perfect all-purpose comeback. The right has been flogging the tolerance trope all of my adult life and it always (eventually) comes back to bite them in the ass.

I didn't think I could pause a Terry Crews interview for anything till this thing sploded out my speakers.

Every now and then everything must stop at our house for a full on this:

I'd feel sorrier for her if I didn't know this Op-Ed and all the other coverage amounted to a million dollars in free advertising.

All I can think of watching this is the peach eating lady from the 1995 US Open and her suing Letterman because he played tape of her night after night on his show. nowadays anything like that merits a big fat meh.

Brett Favre seemed so normal back then.