No shame, I would watch a Tom Hanks travel show where he goes around the world finding lost things, then making no attempt to find the people who lost them.

I envy people who can pull off the lazy bun. Whenever I’ve tried to do it, I just end up looking like a deranged person who also just walked through a windstorm.

Maybe it’s wishful thinking on his part.

Does Will Smith just take any part given to him as long as he’s a father either separated from his kids or lost them forever?

Maybe we need to make enormous billboards with color photographs of microcephalic babies resulting from Zika-infected mothers in the vein of the anti-abortion activists.

Remember, kids: Midterm elections exist and they matter. Get out and vote this year, and then do it again in 2018.

“It’s hard to explain why, despite their own calls for funding, Democrats would block plans to keep women and babies safe from Zika,”

And I *JUST* got engaged Sunday evening. FUCK! I knew I should’ve held out a little longer...

I thought the clip was delightful and would very much like to be invited to this bbq. So, maybe it’s cynical (what commercial isn’t?) but I think it’s self-aware enough to work.

So, I’m Australian and our current climate right now isn’t the most loving and accepting (I guess that’s the whole world). It would be very easy for them to keep doing the exact same ads as they usually do which mainly just focus on telling people that eating lamb is what makes you a true Australian, but this ad, I…

Yeah, I liked this commercial a lot. I get that it was gently poking fun at “Diversity” (capital D) but they did so in a clever way that didn’t seem insulting. Hell, the last line/payoff was a great dig and reminder of the origins of Australian culture. And the “And this guy... Stan” was great. It’s much more well…

That ad is adorable. Can I be friends with all of these people? Today?

+1 for “vile cornhusk”

All she placed on the conveyor belt was a single bloody 24-ounce porterhouse. Wasn’t even wrapped in butcher’s paper or anything.

So did she go with the basket of hamsters this time or the usual bushel basket of grubs?

your produce doesn’t deserve that!

She buys groceries?! I assumed her sustenance came from turning her head 180 degrees and eating the face of her partner during copulation.

Jewel’s response is lovely:

When I stand for the anthem I start mentally checking off the various ballpark foods I want to eat that day.