Now that I think on it, makes sense the car is red.

The unabridged guide to douchebaggery.

Prettay, prettaaay, prettaaaaay, pretty bad.

When you take an edible and watch The Oscars, movie pitches flow freer than a starlet's dress on the red carpet. You're welcome, Hollywood.

Heyyyyy it's me, dialogue from the 50's. I finally caught up to youz guys even though it don't fit good. HEYYYYY

I should be paid for dealing with the assholes here. I mean editors.

CHILL VIBES FOR ENTERTAINING YOUR GUESTS OVER SOME DELICIOUS FLESH. I MEAN FOOD.

I've never enjoyed something more thoroughly, and I probably never will.

Lead by the mesmerizing vocals of Adam Turla, Murder by Death delivers a rare but welcome blend of folk and indie rock.

His voice rings out. A cackle imitating a child's laugh. His ill intent hiding behind his dead eyes.

The naked truth about the 6th president.

She hands me her cell phone, says it's my Dad. Maaan this ain't my Dad, this is a cell phone. I THREW IT ON THE GROUND.

Neither can live while the other survives. Let's dive into a weekly recap at the World's Most Famous Arena.

With the half time performance Ushering in early 2000's nostalgia and Valentine's day upon us, it's time to appreciate the real MVP.

It was an entertaining night on football's biggest stage. Who came out ahead and who is wishing for a do-over?