Whisky and Xanax, followed by greatness.

Another chapter in the rapidly increasing tome of the untalented children of wealthy people/celebrities going about their own lives (eating food, wearing or not wearing clothes) and subsequently becoming famous-ish "artists" because of it.

Ah, lighten up - you and LeBron are a very close second for cutest couple.

Holy shit - no fewer than 9 of the top 100 articles are related to the soap opera of professional wrestling. That community doesn't fuck around.

They win cutest couple of these playoffs.

OK, but I think that if they're zombie Nazis, then tie goes to the Nazi.

Ah shit, the Nazis are back.

This looks like Ursula is giving birth to Ariel kissing Prince Eric, and she's mean-mugging you while doing it.

Can we get Gordon Ramsay yelling at them while they do it?

So... Sonic?

Wow, look at him go. You're the real Lord of the Dance, Rob Ryan.

Please, NASA. I already know exactly what to do:

"Dear Lord, when I get to Heaven..."

He also smells like hookers a lot, so I think he's cheating on me.

"Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?"

I've been feeding my pet mouse nothing but cocaine, and he's now a successful Wall Street trader.

Burger King, eh? Sounds like the dude was just trying to "Have it his way."

#0: Rub one out in the morning - boom! Half my distractions gone before I even get dressed.