The amount of work that goes into drag? selfie away with the finished results! Be proud of that shit!

Don't forget the enemies Cosby made during his 'Little Bill' days - there's a lot of bodies buried beneath Sesame Street.

Oh come on, it's _obviously_ a shadow op run by Ben and Jerry's to discredit Jell-o Pudding Pops by association.

Honestly, the behavior of the Oregon players is the least offensive aspect of this entire story.

I _loved_ this post.

While Boehm's words are ill-considered, they are obviously born of the frustration of having Manbook overwhelmed by women mistakenly attempting to procure the services of male escorts.

They're not commercializing it YET.

Mark, I love you, but this is me when I see your byline on a post:

The difference, I think, is one of interest. If you are genuinely interested in your friends and what they have to say, then you're not the Non-Question Asking Friend.

Oh, I get what you're saying, but there's a difference between polite discretion and disinterest. The Truly Non-Question Asking Friend is simply not interested in anything that doesn't center around them. I highly doubt you were this friend.

Hold up - her cats _and_ her stuffed animals? For an hour? That is some next-level bullshit.

Oh God, the Non-Question Asking Friends are the worst. And I've never met one who was simply caught up in the wildly fascinating and busy life they had going on. They are, to a person, tedious and uninteresting.

Well, those straight couples must be getting divorced _because_ of gay marriage. Otherwise the people who were so concerned with gays destroying the "sanctity of marriage" would just be full of shit.

The most disgusting part of this Mama June situation is that people are willing to pay money for a sex tape of a woman who knowingly and willfully dated her daughter's molester.

Oh, man, divorce sucks. And I know it's scary and everything feels like it's upside-down right now, but it gets better, I promise. Internet hugs.

Oh, he was a much better father and dog-owner than he was a husband. He's kind of self-absorbed and irresponsible, but not a danger to me, the kids or the dogs.

There's a practical aspect, as well. When my ex-husband and I divorced, he kept the house, and I moved into a small apartment. There wasn't a question as to who would keep our two energetic, medium-sized dogs.

Lottery winners are twice as likely to go bankrupt within five years of winning the lotto, and many end up worse off than they were before. Let us not assume that karma is done fucking with this scumbag.

My first thought was "I hope at least one of those animals shits uncontrollably during the ceremony," but I may have just been triggered by the phrase "storybook wedding."

The only explanation for this photo of Nicole Kidman is that she came in to work on a Saturday thinking that no one else would be there, and got ambushed by an HR assistant who needed a photograph of each employee for the company holiday party slideshow.