Deadspin shits on Clay Travis every chance they get.

His boss harasses Laura, he says “no comment” and you think she’s being petty?

Happy trolling.

Children keep dying so their parents can own deadly toys that make them feel safe.

She’s a man because a random internet commenter and a deranged congressional candidate say she looks like one? Ok.....

Who the fuck cares? It’s a bathroom. You go in, do your business, wash your hands, and leave.

I’ll add Killing Me’s predecessor Everyday People by Arrested Development which milked the fuck out of Sly and managed to make a joyous church/ shout chorus sound like drunk cats lounging on a fence. Definitely not the best song on 3 Years.

11. You mad balding earlier than you expected and ashamed of that cul-de-sac

Okay Ladyspin round up - I am A Lady and old enough to have non-IKEA furniture in a house I own. I wear skirts and dresses and makeup and I color-coordinate just about everything in my house I can (without getting crazy over-budget). But I have zero decorative pillows on my bed. In fact, all pillows in my entire house…

Found Don’s coworker.

(Disclosure: Abramovitch previously worked for Gawker Media, Jezebel’s former parent company. He was fired in 2012.)

I just can’t let you forget about Prince Rogers Nelson, who, during one spectacular week in 1984, had the Number 1 Album, Number 1 Song, and Number 1 Movie in America—all while Ben Vereen was doing blackface for Ronald Reagan.

In that Hollywood Reporter piece Tambor continually misgenders Jill Soloway by using she/her and not Jill’s preferred pronoun they/them. Again, he’s a vile creature who is anti-trans and anti-nonbinary despite what he said when he got his awards. Why these pieces are even green-lit is beyond me. Fuck him.

The fucking roomba point guard killed me lol

I’m pretty sure they make more than $130K.

LeBron’s worthless teammates still make a pornographic amount of money so they probably don’t give a fuck.

Just buy a dang bottle of jalapeño Tabasco from the grocery store and keep it in the fridge or your desk drawer at work, for god’s sake. If you can afford weekly carryout on your lunch breaks, you can afford a bottle of Tabasco that’ll last you a month or more.

Look, there’s only one thing I care about in all of this. Will renewed calls to boycott his music FINALLY get Mr. Kelly to consider our offer to purchase the rights to use Age Ain’t Nothing But a Number as our theme song?

You mean at Uproxx, or at the Fairfield Inn & Suites right off the Twentynine Palms Highway? I hear it’s affordable, clean, and quiet.

But... there really are gay elephants.