Late Night Snack Attack

Heart melter.

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Legitimate.

I mean, this is big league shit right here.

Swinging for the fences. Connecting.

John Dingell is the longest currently-serving member of Congress (and the third longest-serving ever). The acerbic 85-year-old Michigan Democrat had long been contemptuous of Tea Partiers. He found them unruly and difficult to get along with. Dingell tended to refer to them as ‘teabaggers,’ a phrase that has an alternate sexual meaning. This normally wouldn’t have been a problem in the hall of Congress, but when Dingell was booked to appear on The Daily Show with Jon Stewart, his staff felt the need to finally warn and educate him. When his chief of staff shared the other meaning of ‘teabagger’ with Dingell, the Congressman went through three different stages of reaction. At first, he said ‘hah,’ then said ‘that’s disgusting,’ and finally the octogenarian congressman reached the plane of acceptance and said, ‘It’s funny and I’m going to keep using it.’

RESPECT

These beats…

There really just isn’t anyone fucking with Clams right now.

AND YOU KNOW THESE MUFUCKAS GON’ SAY NO BEFORE I EVEN SUGGEST SOME SHIT

Obama @ The Sink. Hearing the media refer to The Sink as a “dive bar”—and remembering how infrequently I went there as an undergrad because I thought it was “kind of expensive”—reminds me of how broke I was then.

Obama @ The Sink. Hearing the media refer to The Sink as a “dive bar”—and remembering how infrequently I went there as an undergrad because I thought it was “kind of expensive”—reminds me of how broke I was then.

Mr. Gilbert is correct when he says that this will be the unofficial anthem of beach week.

NEW JODIE YOU CRAZY

The Subversive Charm of Day Drinking

On the back patio, three young women laugh and drink vodka sodas, take pictures on their phones, kick off their shoes and spread out on the benches that catch the most sunshine. And that’s the joy of it: they know they’re getting one over, if just for today. Day drinking is subversive, and springtime — helpmate to idleness and leisure — has a way of making us want to play hooky. Jessica, a neighbor, stops by and says: “I feel like gin. Just make something up.” That might be maddening on a Saturday night, when the bar is three-deep, but on a quiet afternoon, there’s time to experiment. It’s no trouble, and, after all, I’m among friends.”

At 24, I was that dude bouncing around in the back seat of your Jeep.

Barack and Michelle will be some chill ass grandparents.

Barack and Michelle will be some chill ass grandparents.

If this video were a sporting event, it would be an ESPN Instant Classic.