Rebekah Kuschmider

And you can even bring your dog to the dog!

Beyonce just might be a Black Bill Gates in the making. Slay.

“I wouldn’t have sex with you if you were the last man on earth!”

Yesterday, the Republican National Convention kicked off in Cleveland, Ohio. One of my friends predicted it would be a spectacle of epic proportions, involving pyrotechnics, all-female military drills teams reminiscent of Ghadaffi’s personal guard, and jungle cats.

Yesterday, the big news in food science was that BUTTER ISN’T BAD FOR YOU AFTER ALL! It turns out that butter, like other saturated fats, isn’t the health demon-food that we were once told it was. I think now we’re supposed to do Kermit-arms and dance around rejoicing that we can butter our toast with impunity.

If the point they’re trying to make is that creepers are gonna creep, well, I hope they get a look in the mirror while they’re in there.

OK, folks, it’s possible that Trump has finally crossed the line.

We will not be having our first woman president and I, for one, must grieve. A dream deferred.

Yesterday, Speaker of the House Paul Ryan motioned for a moment of silence for the Orlando shooting victims. But some of his colleagues weren’t having it.

BREAKING NEWS –– or maybe epic flashback? I don’t know what to call this exactly.