The Weeknd low-key dying was the best part of this.

Thank you.

People: you can’t go reading an interview with John Waters and then complain that you’re offended. THAT’S HIS WHOLE SHTICK. Fucking deal or don’t read.

Request: can Jezebel staffers please use and review this “toilet tissue” and tell us plebes what we’re missing?

My gawd, Disneyland is the worst place on the planet. Why on earth would you take a date there?

Men, they’re just too emotional.

I agree with you, but a lot of men aren’t too good on picking up on hints. A simple “I’m trying to read this book, please leave me alone (or go away) would probably end the convo right there. (I’m gonna get a ton of flack for this one)

The best thing about Jez lately is how progressively grumpy Madeleine Davies has been getting. I love it.

I liked fake Joey Fatone’s take on it http://aboveaverage.com/joey-fatone-to…

Education for it’s own sake is hardly a waste.

I am so happy about this! But, in order for me to comment on this article, I had to get misdirected about 4 times to an ad where I could buy a swimsuit.

Not even funny. Reasonable gun owners have enough sense not to bring guns everywhere. The very least they would have a pistol if they had a concealed license. And only a clip or two tops.

But the guns were there to protect Norton and Stumbo from the notoriously violent Pokémon fans.

Just another example of the liberal media doing its best to strip Americans of their God-given Second Amendment rights in order to pave the way for a Clinton-run dictatorship.

This shit doesn’t even look real, though. This is like if Versace and Chanel met, had side affairs with 2 Chainz and Flava Flav, then had a baby, and then that baby grew up and had sex with a street vendor on Canal Street.

my three dogs are very upset for Peanut Butter. They are all crowded around my computer trying to solve this puppies problems.

I mean, if you were like “this is a picture of Lisa Bonet and Lenny Kravitz” I’d be like “yup”.

Your dog would probably at least have the decency to cower and look ashamed when you caught him.