This is TNC bait: Louis C.K. hosted SNL last night, and parodied his own weird, often brilliant show in character as the sixteenth president.
Sasheer Zamata, a comedian based here in NYC, starts to empathize with a random creeper who flashed his junk at her as she walked down the street one evening. (Oh, and hi. We’re back!)
When I say I hate you… this is what I mean. Well, first, let me clarify: I hate bad spoken word. The “I’m deep by sound and headwrap and ankh tattoo alone” spoken word. The “as long as I say something about Africa, this is a good poem” spoken word. The affected cadence. The wildly Read More
It is not odd or foreign to be able to appreciate the beauty in sad things—the carcass of a rose bathed in moonlight on the pavement. A final goodbye between old lovers. The ever-present hunger of homelessness. Wait, what?
A friend texted this picture to me. He saw it laying on the ground while he was at Kroger picking up a few things. I don’t know about yall, but when i make my lists, I tend to list items I need in order of importance. First on this list: vagina spray. Just vagina spray. Read More
I will admit that I have not always been nice to Lisa Raye. She’s probably a great person. Likely a good mom. She’s absolutely stunning. But her acting is BALLS. It is absolute balls. It’s a basket of balls (see: Single Ladies). But I’m going to stop being so hard on her about it because Read More
Adam Mansbach‘s accidental hit, Go the Fuck to Sleep, gets the perfect narrator for its audiobook: Samuel L. Jackson.
Um. Fam? This is not safe for work.
They’re going to take the butters just like they did rock ‘n’ roll.
Original Onion piece here.