There’s such satisfaction in the irony of seeing someone so intoxicatingly in love with himself being completely invalidated by others.

The spookiest of cocktails for the bravest of Jerks that really want to risk death this Halloween.

Solo cups, never-ending flu and daydreaming about Chads, it has it all.

And we don't care what anyone says.

Featuring Blood Orange, Chromatics, Lil Wayne, and more.

Seriously, what the actual fuck?

The most important thing happening in national politics.

It’s an age old adage we’ve all come to learn: nothing gold can stay. Or, to be more specific, nothing black and reminiscent of a flashdrive.

Another awards show, another opportunity to harp on Hollywood for not being inclusive in regards of race and gender.