Just kidding, the President’s not coming for your guns, but he did announce a series of executive actions Tuesday…
Mama Kris has some strong genes.
they shell be known as Hairy KenDall
Who’s ass is that??? I’m confused by the bodily positioning here. I want to say it’s hers....but...it doesn’t seem like a person could bend their back that way?
I love videos where one person thinks they are posing for a photo. Especially when it's a PYT. It’s a glimpse into the vanity that goes into self absorbed pictures. You’re not living in the moment looking out to the ocean. You’re taking a moment to look up for a photo to show everyone how awesome your vacation is…
Gwen and Blake. No question.
Who’s a pretty baby!?! He is! Yes he is!
Between this Mark Salling news and the ever present inconceivable support on twitter today for Bill Cosby, here is a picture of my puppy to cheer everyone up.
Kim also, when faced with evidence that he’s actually going through something serious mentally, be it depression or whatever else, more or less literally said he should just get over depression and get out of the house. On one hand I can understand how it’s frustrating to watch someone you love refuse to get help, but…
I LOVED that she brought her handbag onstage and just plunked it down on the piano. AS ONE DOES.
Doesn’t Kim call Rob Kardashian fat on the regular? Everything I learn about her—even as I actively avoid Kardashian news—signals she’s an unstoppable asshole.
I love how she just sits down with her purse and hammers that shit out like a Sunday school teacher for the first half of the song. Then something shifts and she gets the Holy Spirit and just tears it up. And then you realize she wore a fine fur just for the wonderful showmanship of tossing off a fine fur in the…
The love. From him, and for him.
Why can’t the world have more performers like Aretha? Seriously, young pop stars these days need to take a page from her book. Train your natural voice, learn a fucking instrument, and become a talented BAMF.
All the times “Yas Queen” has been uttered, should have been saved for now.
When she sits at the piano and Carole King can’t fucking believe it:
Im a flaming feminist (so I’m a frigid bitch that *must* hate men) and I’m fat (so obviously no men want me, right?) but I’ve caught so much dick that’s so much better than any sad wee MRA could offer. My refusal to fuck them makes me this Feminazi Cuntadactyl that must be stopped.
The dead end was frustrating, because, as a fat feminist, I was hungry to find out who the original poster could be so I could then eat them.
I had just finished Christmas dinner with my family when I got the call: “A picture of you is on the front page of…