Well, to be fair...fuckboy is pretty much a Jezebel thing...

The Amazing Race is one of those shows where understanding the meta-game pretty much erases the fun of wanting to be on the show.

For example, every season you think “How could you go on The Amazing Race without one of you knowing how to drive a stick? You KNOW that every season, there’ll be somewhere you’ll have to…

Actually, Warren DIDN’T say “La La Land”—he didn’t know WHAT to do, so he showed it to Faye Dunaway...and Faye was the one who said “La La Land”, thinking that Warren was being stupid...and not noticing that it was actually the envelope for Emma Stone’s “Best Actress” award.

How about cutting the game down to three innings? Get in, get out quick!

Or play the game to a ticking clock. As soon as the one hour mark is over...so is the game!

How about ditching the game and just doing home run derby? That’s the only part people like anyway, right?

How about putting everybody in pads and let the…

Was in San Francisco, doing some tourist things...and had a pack of sour apple Mentos gum. I’m not much of a gum person, but it was a nice way on a hot day to keep some saliva going (could have been Quench gum, but my options were limited) and give me something to do while waiting for a trolley or walking the…

On behalf of Kyrie Irving...

The elves wrap the toys. Giving the elves something to do makes sense to me.

I’ve never understood how my now 7-year-old son can watch Christmas specials that show elves making wooden toys with hammers and chisels and not bat an eye when Santa gives him a Yokai Watch Model Zero.

This year, I flat out told my son…

Ever see “The Last Boy Scout”?

My favorite Taylor Negron was in “Punchline”.

“You don’t want carpet...you want an area rug.”

(As seen below.)

My wife thinks I’m crazy, but I’ll pack a roll of good toilet paper whenever I know I’ll be staying at a hotel...

Life’s too short.

It looks like Cee-Lo is a fan of Peter Jackson’s “Heavenly Creatures” (and possibly a resident of Borovnia?)

...for those of you who don’t know what I’m talking about:

When I had an office job, I would just say the person’s name...

“Paul...”

And they’d say “Hey!”

And that would be it.

It got weird when I’d see a BUNCH of people...it was halfway between the SNL Synchronized Swimming sketch (“Hey! You! Hey You! I know you!”) and Rob Schneider’s SNL copy guy...

What if Trump’s actual goal in putting out this list was to get someone to create a supercut of all of these terror events...something easily shared, something that instills fear, something that can be pointed to as justification for whatever “keep america safe” plan they want to throw at the wall?

XANATOS WINS AGAIN!

You don’t think Moffatt’s the problem?

(As someone who has struggled through Moffatt’s years helming Doctor Who, there’s a whole lot of Moffatt stink all over recent Sherlock episodes...)

Oh, dear...the escalator arguments...

It’s like the ghost of Gawker past has come to visit.

I think that when the sad day that James Earl Jones is no longer available to voice Darth Vader...they’ll go with Chad...

“...and say ‘hi!’ to your mother, for me...”

How’s this for some blue sky thinking:

The Oakland Chargers

(...and, with the Niners in decline, the Chargers should play their home games in Santa Clara.)

Hopefully, NFL owners won’t ever learn about Patreon...

I was dj’ing clubs when the whole Milli Vanilli thing blew apart. I honestly don’t think the people that would come to dance cared if they were the real singers or not.

I give Rob & Fab credit. They tried to go legit. And I tried to play their debut “real” single...and nobody cared.

When Matt Moore came back in the game, he was plugging his ears so he could hear the play call coming over his helmet radio—but it looked like he was honestly trying to hold his brains to stay inside his skull.

Bad optics. Luckily, it looks like he may be ok...