Hell, I’m pretty sure I could be a better President and I am in no way qualified to be President.

How much more British does it get than a stiff upper yip?

Yesterday, Conor McGregor and Floyd Mayweather kicked off the Let’s All Pretend Conor McGregor Isn’t Going To Get His Ass Kicked “Floyd, the IRS is holding for you on line two” press tour

I bagel your pardon?

She’s also the token brunette.

Man, when I read that I started laughing so hard I almost schewitzed.

How the hell do you produce and film a show in Hawaii about a Hawaiian crime-fighting team and NOT cast Hawaiians and/or Asian-Americans as leads? Yeah I know, “original Five-Oh” and even Magnum, etc., but give me a break — this is the 21st century.

As did Murder, She Wrote.

You mean, the first lady?

Fake news.

The Rusty Cactus:

A choice between one towel and two douchebags...

Yeah, he killed it.

#RIPJohnBracci

As someone who lives in Las Vegas, I can attest I cringe every time I hear his name.

I look forward to Skip Bayless’s “11 albino deer from the 90s who were better than this deer of color. (With bonus content of “Is this deer a diva/thug)“

Labatt’s the end of the story.

There are precious few bands I would pay top dollar to see live. The Hives is one of them.

“Wow, look at all those fat guys”

Moneybawl