Rebekah Kuschmider

In the midst of this firestorm was poor Rachael Ray, who has never been linked to JayZ in any way. The only thing she did was have a name similar to Rachel Roy, so she’s feeling the sting. Lemons and bees keep appearing in her comments sections. Hopefully, her signature humor will rule the day and she’ll invent a lemon-honey dessert called Becky Bars to show us she’s not mad.

This weekend, presumptive Democratic presidential nominee Hillary Clinton decided to get off the stump and go for a nice walk with several thousand of her best friends. Specifically, LGBTQ friends. More specifically, she hit the streets of NYC to join in the annual Pride parade. She is the first presidential candidate to ever do this.

6 months ago, a Facebook video about calling Congress wouldn’t have been viral, but here we are. This is what we have to do.

They unmanned a man using manhood. They dicked the dick.

My new goal for this summer is to get my hands on Winecream. I’ll let you know if it’s as magical as I think it will be.

Probably the person having the worst week in the U.S. is the guy who tried to grab a handful of Taylor Swift.

Students at Arkansas colleges and universities are finding some new information added to orientation materials:

So why are you still sitting here reading this? Get up! Grab your keys! Go get a doughnut!

The race itself was anti-climactic because it wasn’t a race. It was basically two heats of a race. First, scientists convinced a wild great white to chase a hunk of fake seal meat for 100 meters so they could time it. Then Phelps donned a specially designed shark suit and swam the exact same route.

With four and a half days left before this election ends once and for all, I am probably not alone in my obsession with polls. And I’m probably not the first to admit that this is not a healthy way to be living.