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That would have been so much funnier if the picture had actually posted.
Heeeeeeeeeere's a flower!
Oh man, "brick up the backdoor" should be the euphemism for the most grotesque and degrading sex act that you've never heard of yet but when you do HOLY SHIT.
You can tell by the uncontrollable distortions of the face.
I am enjoying the juxtaposition of the Arrested Development Documentary trailer immediately followed by the statement, "One person likes this."
The Walking Dead recaps were hands down my FAVORITE recurring feature on this website, only just recently BARELY edged out by Friendly Chats and sometimes not even. I realize it can be emotionally wearing and your health comes first, obviously, but man. We don't log in to this website to read about what you really think about some crappy TV show, Gabe. We log in because you are an entertaining writer. Please entertain us, because The Walking Dead won't!
I find it very easy to imagine that Krispy Kreme does not keep up with the ongoing coverage of Daniel Tosh's exploits as reported on sites like Videogum, Jezebel, and Huffington Post; therefore Krispy Kreme may not exactly be hip to all the latest Daniel Tosh developments. I find it very easy to imagine that Krispy Kreme's entire understanding of Daniel Tosh consists of "famous guy who says funny things on TV." That being said, I don't think Krispy Kreme is ready to break out solo yet. This video needs more Moneymaker Mike.
There is no way on earth that I would NOT watch Moby Dick in Space.
In what conceivable way is this not the BEST death scene ever?
I am... not on Team Coco with this. There are a LOT of things you can say about Hasselbeck, and there are PLENTY of criticisms you can make about her question -- like how it was basically just this gross attempt at self-aggrandizement, to look like she's a serious journalist and stick it in the face of everyone who thinks she's just an empty-headed token on a garbage talk show, and how the main problem was how embarrassingly AWKWARD it was. Like when you're at a party and everyone is stupid-drunk and laughing and trading Simpsons quotes at each other and then one guys suddenly says, "Hey, hey guys, seriously, though. Seriously. WHAT ABOUT BOSNIA?"** So there is that. But this whole schtick about "Who is she to ASK THE PRESIDENT A QUESTION?" Well... um... fuck you, Conan. And fuck you, Gabe. (Respectfully.) Who she is, is an American citizen. And if she's lucky enough to get to sit next to the President for an hour, then I guess she gets to ask him whatever the fuck she wants. If it's a stupid question (which it is), then yes, let us all laugh at her for that. And if we feel like the criteria that society sets for who does and does not get to be famous enough to sit next to the President for an hour is ridiculous (which it is), then yes, let us all talk about that. But "Who is she to ask the President a question?" is, itself, a very stupid question. And you should be embarrassed for asking it. P.S. If you gave me a WHOLE WEEK to come up with a question for Barack Obama, and then gave me the opportunity to ask it to his face, I would probably come up with something along the lines of "Do you watch Doctor Who?" And then, if you gave me a SECOND CHANCE to go back and do it better, it would be, "Why not?" P.P.S: ** This actually happened to me.
You know there is not the tiniest doubt in that little fox-girl's mind about who is ACTUALLY the one crashing whose recital.
If we actually could, as a country, never talk about the Kardashians ever again, then the terrorists will have finally lost.
Holy shit, this guy. How is this a prank? How is this not just straight-up vandalism (or theft, since I guess the goal was to get out of the store with an armload of lettuce)? Where is this guy when you need him?
What's in the plastic bags? Babies? I'm guessing babies.
Either one of those scenarios is fucking awesome when it's first thing on a Monday morning.
You know that feeling when you're about to bite into a donut, and it's not your favorite kind of donut, but it's a pretty good donut, and anyway it was the last one left in the coffee room and it's either this or no donut, and basically you've resigned yourself to a pretty mediocre donut experience? But and then you look again, and it turns out you were mistaken, it's not a donut after all, it's a flamethrower that shoots $1000 dollar bills? This was kind of like that.
Wait, this is a commercial for hot asses, right? I mean, I'm not looking to buy one, but it was a pretty good commercial for hot asses, I guess. But I don't know why the car was in it.
There exists no gif that can adequately express my horror-face.
The fact that the story ends with the main character (SPOILERS) meeting up with the actual Stephen King and saving him from his 1999 car accident might be a big red flag.
If you're going to cheat with another blog, Slacktivist is definitely the way to go. In fact, maybe we should all just have a 3-way with Videogum and Slacktivist. Slacktivist also deconstructs that whole "Well, from THEIR perspective, it's actually mass murder, so you can see where they're coming from" issue. He's written about it several times, but http://www.patheos.com/blogs/slacktivist/2011/09/23/they-dont-really-believe-it/ is a nice summary.
Chris, I hate to break this to you, but your wife's a dude.
ARTHUR: "Tammy, I'm a homosexual." TAMMY: "You expect me to believe that?" ARTHUR: "I have the papers right here." TAMMY: [takes papers] "Huh. Well, these papers do seem to identify you as a certified homosexual."
If they tried to break that glass with a hammer made out of THAT SAME GLASS, the universe would cave in.
It's scary how much rhythm these people have. It's like they have almost TOO MUCH rhythm, if you know what I mean.
TO: all creepy internet guys RE: your creepy youtube videos about relationships PLEASE PUT YOUR SHIRTS ON.
That being said, the bit about the Misfits song was pretty hilarious.
@That One: yes, upvotes, for reals. Hate to be a debbie downer, but Lohan has as much right to be uncomfortable about simulating sex in front of a dozen men with cameras as anyone else. To pretend otherwise veers uncomfortably close to slut-shaming.
If each episode is restricted to only 140 characters' worth of dialogue, then I'm all for it.
"Let us celebrate Miami culture the best way we know how -- with a group of white cops robotically firing their guns into a crowd."
It's upsetting to realize how easily I could get sucked into a project like this.
I tried to watch it, but I ended up just staring at the Beyonce video the whole time. Damn that's a good video.
"Who's got four thumbs and is the HOTTEST girl on Twin Peaks? This girl."
In Space, No One Can Hear You Scream (Except For Madea)
That otter feels the same way I do about the 2012 elections.