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Step aside, Barack Obama. Basil Marceaux is the true master of spoken eloquence.
Step aside, Barack Obama. Basil Marceaux is the true master of spoken eloquence.
Amy Winehouse is back! As you can tell, this look is classic Amy. The frighteningly distended stomach and shirt pulled up to her boobs, complemented by the same ballet flats she’s been wearing since the beginning of time. Oh and of course, she’s looking fabulous PASSED OUT ON A F***ING BENCH IN LONDON AT NINE […]
I feel that in this case, that stock photo is pretty unnecessary.
Keep your eyes on the kids on the left. Pure, unbridled joy. Note to the kids: 20 years later, little dudes, you’ll still be as mystified by breasts. Trust us.
That. Is. Awesome.
Important news everyone! The Kama Sutra is now an audio book! Finally! No more feeling embarrassed bringing out your worn copy at the local deli while eating your meatball sub, no more frightening children at the bus stop by describing what “Angry Scorpion” pose looks like, no more dropping it from your purse during church! […]
Don’t watch that video. Seriously. Don’t. I mean, unless you like watching LEGAL ADULTS sing MILEY CYRUS parody songs about how awesome their COLLEGE is, in which case go for it, but don’t ever talk to me again. This video in all its immature, poorly-edited glory is being spread around los internetos today to celebrate […]
In honor of the monumental overturning of the unconstitutional Proposition 8 in California, we present you this hilarious, unwittingly gay Twitter feed of Republican senator Jon Fussle. OH MY GOODNESS is right, Jon.
A recent LIFE slideshow listed the ways that New Yorkers are able to spot a tourist — from how slow they walk to how they gawk at celebrities. As a person who is planning on making a trip to the other coast this year, I felt a little miffed (codeword for annoyed as s***), because […]
I mean, to be fair, imagine if your job consisted of driving around in a a 1920s box truck with pungent gas fumes poisoning your blood stream while constantly listening to a high-pitched broken radio playing carousel music over and over and over and your “clients” were small, grubby children who handed you handfuls of […]