You Ain’t Woman Enough to Take My Man is pure, unadulterated, karaoke heaven.

I agree. I read the same quote, where she was pretty upfront about her now ex liking her with red lipstick and hair done at all times which, even if you’re pretty girly, like Gwen, can get exhausting after 20 years together. Plus, all that infidelity. Blake doesn’t seem like the deepest well, but I doubt he expects…

I told my husband the other day, after that awful cologne add in which Depp fails at using a shovel, that Johnny looks like he smells like stale vomit and ball sweat.

I get a real Cool Girl vibe from her. A lot of her early interviews focused on how much she loved beer and cursing while simultaneously slavering over her admittedly inhuman beauty. She looks like the kind of broad to fuck your man then gloat about it the next time you ran into her and then dump him a week later just…

To add to everyone else’s historical examples, I believe Alice Roosevelt was the White House hostess at times for her pops.

I figured Chelsea and Ivanka were friends cause they were in the same social circle and they probably had embarrassing story competitions about their dads hitting on their friends, teachers, cashiers, etc. (And I say this as someone who saw Bill speak in person once and basically fainted from the overwhelming charisma…

Iirc, Neil has always been a dick and Buzz used to be until he sobered up.

What a fucking idiot. Got nothing else.

I’m walking away from this with the knowledge that someone is named “Markwayne”. 

Classic bar body.

I sincerely hope she’s taking bong rips on her back porch, ignoring the news.

It blows my mind whenever someone denies this fact. There’s no way they can be serious, right?

The juxtaposition is a bummer, isn’t it? Awesome natural beauty abounds, but far too many douche-y assholes populate it.

Artisan French fries. I ordered poutine for the first time at a hipster-y joint know for good food and received a point by point narrative of how everything made it’s way to the table and, someday, my digestive system. I just wanted to shove cheese curd smothered French fries dripping with gravy into my facehole, not…

Don’t care what anyone says, that’s some solid gold entertainment right there.

I love this entire scene. The breakdown of his behavior, while continuing to yell, cracks me up.

I guarantee they were trying to figure out if y’all were rappers or athletes or drug dealers. And I would go double or nothing with one of them saying, “Maybe they’re family of Kobe’s?”

It’s a bastardization of a line uttered by Danny McBride in Eastbound and Down. I wish I could take credit.

Yes. Unless we’re talking about South County. I cannot think of a single redeeming factor about South County that doesn’t have to do with the scenery.

Seeing Orange County turn blue was the bright spot in a very dismal Election Day for me.