Meek Mill is a rapper whose name is Meek and is best known for 1) dating Nicki Minaj, and 2) an ongoing feud with a nice Canadian boy named Aubrey Graham (aka Drake). That feud has not been going well for him, as Drake has released diss track after diss track (many harping on the fact that Mill only gets shows by opening for Minaj) to the delight of everyone watching, and Mill released one lukewarm response that barely mentioned Drake at all. Well, maybe that's because Mill and Nicki were collaborating on the most elaborate diss track of all time: a new human being.
Unless these "I'm laughing so hard I'm crying" emojis mean she was just pranking everyone...including Meek. If that's true, Meek, may I recommend thinking about abandoning the rap game and settling for a quiet retirement? I hear you're inheriting the earth, so you'll have plenty of space to recover from that burn.
It's Sunday, so there's a good chance you've got a lot of lofty liberal podcasts to catch up on, rife with deep thoughts, challenging discussions, and other things that help you take that all-important Sunday afternoon nap. I myself have a week's worth of politics that I may actually listen to, and about a year and a half of still-unheard "This American Life"-style shows and longwinded stories about what happened on this day in artisinal, small-batch history that I will probably never listen to.
But I would consider listening to "What If...?", a parody of these navel-gazing talk shows. Not only because it's hilarious, but because unlike This American Life, it doesn't come with the pressure of remembering the specifics of anecdotes about everyday Americans so I can regurgitate them at dinner parties for elite Americans (I'm just kidding, they stopped inviting me because I don't listen to This American Life).
Bill Murray has been the leading man of many films. But it is as a surprise guest that he has done much of his best work. Now, he comes full circle by cameoing in his own franchise.
"Nobody will ever believe you."
For years, Bill Murray was vehemently opposed to any rebooting of the Ghostbusters franchise, because "It’s really hard to recreate something that was so beautiful, so wonderful." He also told David Letterman last year that it was mostly because Ghostbusters II wasn't as good as the original, and he didn't want to continue down that path. It took almost 30 years for anyone to seriously consider remaking the movie with women, however, and Murray seems to be warming up to the idea. (He did somewhat endorse the idea last year, jokingly suggesting it be called 'Ghostbabes.' Sigourney Weaver, who was sitting right next to him, faux-indignantly corrected him and said it should be 'Ghostbuster Babes.') According to The Hollywood Reporter, Murray has been confirmed to appear in Paul Feig's new Ghostbusters with Kristen Wiig, Leslie Jones, Melissa McCarthy and Kate McKinnon. Can it top his cameo in Zombieland? Only time will tell:
*THUNKTHUNKTHUNKTHUNKTHUNKTHUNK* "Uh, ladies and gentlemen, this is, uhhhhh, you're captain speaking, uhhhhh, we're having a slight hail problem."
"Y'know what? Who needs to go to Boston? Denver seems like a nice place to stay and never fly again." - These passengers, probably. (via reddit)
A Delta flight headed from Salt Lake City to Boston last night was forced to make an emergency landing at Denver International Airport when it was suddenly and ferociously pounded by hail. Although the pilots managed to land it safely, the aircraft's nosecone and windshield were badly damaged by the airborne ice.
Passengers on the flight were (understandably) upset, crying, and texting their loved ones. "I was nervous," said passenger Rob Wessman, "I was messaging my wife, actually. 'Hey, this is pretty scary.'" All credit goes to the pilots on this one, who (with the help of ground controllers) landed despite severly reduced visibility from the windshield damage. Truly an applause-worthy arrival.
Dune is the best-selling science fiction novel of all time. It is also regarded as director David Lynch's worst film. Lynch fans will justifiably tell you about how it went through development hell and was badly hampered by studios. Personally, I like it. As surely as the Spice turns your eyes bright blue, it will be rebooted someday by studio executives, but until then, it has finally been avenged (like Duke Leo Atreides) by a dedicated super fan named Michael Warren. I watched the entire thing before realizing I had done it. Here's how Warren explained his process:
This version of David Lynch's Dune (1984) integrates footage from the original Theatrical Cut, the Extended TV Cut, and deleted scenes to make the most complete version of the film as of 2012. I have done this as a labor of love to give fans of this under-appreciated gem an alternative version to the two flawed cuts currently available on the DVD.
I only acted as a fan editor and did not originate the content of this movie. MCA Universal and its associated parent companies own all rights to this material. They have released a beautiful Blu-Ray and DVD of David Lynch's classic movie, which I highly recommend you buy to demonstrate to the studio that there is market for this movie to be fully restored one day, ideally with a new master cut of the film to restore as much of the story as possible with the utmost attention to detail that I could never hope to match in this good-spirited fan effort.
Viewers will notice the footage from David Lynch's Theatrical Cut is expertly edited, color corrected, and sound designed better than the far poorer extended TV Cut, which was originally created without the director's authorization or oversight when the movie was prepared to air as a reconstructed mini-series for television in the late 1980's.
He also states that if he had the technology to fix all the color correction and sound issues from mixing film and TV, he would, and that he's willing to do it for Universal free of charge. Ha! What are you, living in some sci-fi universe?
Hospital staffers went above and beyond to do something special for this charming pair of lovebirds.
If that doesn't warm your heart, you're the one who should be in the hospital. (via Piedmont Fayette Hospital)
Tom and Arnisteen Clark of Fayetteville, Georgia have been married for 68 years. In all that time, they were only apart when Tom served in the Korean War, and it's safe to say it would take another Korean War to split them up now. So when they were both admitted to Piedmont Fayette Hospital within a few days of each other, it's only natural that they'd want to be in the same room.
But there was a problem: they were both on the orthopedic surgical floor, which only has single rooms. The fact that they were on the same floor, but confined to beds apart from each other, was too much for them. As hospital social media specialist Charlsie Niemiec told ABC News, "It was clearly breaking their hearts."
Luckily, the people at Piedmont know when to throw out the rule book. Hospital manager Tina Mann made special arrangements for Tom to have unprecedented visiting privileges. Niemiec explained:
“One our managers, Tina, got some help with the clinical staff to go above and beyond to get special visitation rights. He was able to sit there with her for a few hours every single day.”
Who would have thought that after 68 years, this married couple would have a meet cute? I didn't think it was possible, but I was wrong. Tom was overjoyed. According to the hospital's Facebook post, he said:
"I just can’t be away from her, she’s the finest woman in the world.”
If you're not saying "aw" right now, you might want to check yourself for lockjaw. That Facebook post has gone viral in the past few days, racking up more than 11,000 likes and 2,600 shares. The Internet can't get enough of the love between this 96-year-old Romeo and his 92-year-old Juliet.
Tom and Arnisteen have since been released from the hospital and sent to a rehab facility. Let's hope they get well soon, and enjoy many more years of never leaving each other's sight, not even to go to the bathroom.
Let's get this out of the way. Here's what it looks like when you run a marathon on your period with no tampon.
Okay, now can we all just be grown-ups about this? (via KiranGandhi.com)
The night before Kiran Gandhi—a Harvard Business School graduate and former drummer for M.I.A. and Thievery Corporation—ran the London Marathon back in April, she realized she was going to have the first day of her period during the race. The 26-year-old first time marathoner was stressed about cramping and bleeding and the thought of a wad of cotton chafing her lady parts for 26.2 miles.
I'd probably bleed that much just from thigh chafing. (via KiranGandhi.com)
Gandhi was running the race with a few friends to raise money for a charity called Breast Cancer Care. She decided to add another social mission to her run: to fight the stigma of periods and bring attention to the many women around the world without access to feminine hygiene products (a horrible euphemism probably made up by some man afraid to say the phrase "stuff to soak up yer period blood").
She achieved that by "bleeding freely" and letting her period blood run down the inside of her legs. I wasn't really on board with this until she used the phrase "bleed freely"—doesn't that sound fun? (And dangerous.)
If you're gonna run a marathon without a tampon, wear red pants. (via KiranGandhi.com)
In a blog post on her site recalling what she says was a very positive experience, Gandhi writes:
"I thought, if there’s one person society won’t fuck with, it’s a marathon runner. If there’s one way to transcend oppression, it’s to run a marathon in whatever way you want. On the marathon course, sexism can be beaten."
Uh oh, this may mark the only time we've been interested to hear a runner's thoughts about running. Gandhi continues:
"I ran with blood dripping down my legs for sisters who don’t have access to tampons and sisters who, despite cramping and pain, hide it away and pretend like it doesn’t exist."
Damn, that puts Pheidippides collapsing and dying upon his arrival in Athens to shame—dude wasn't even dripping blood the whole time.
Gandhi finished the course in four hours, 49 minutes, and 11 seconds, but we're guessing her time is not going to be the main thing she remembers from this race.
Happy 18th birthday, Kylie Jenner! It seems like just yesterday you were a black-haired 17-year-old who wasn't officially dating a 25-year-old rapper and didn't own a sports car. How time flies.
A newly blonde Kylie was photographed (repeatedly) outside LA's Bootsy Bellows nightclub receiving her birthday gift from Tyga: a $250,000 Ferrari 458 Italia super car. Looking radiant and capable of consent in a black latex dress, the celebutante covered her mouth in shock when the man who just now became her boyfriend handed her the keys in full view of a huge crowd of friends and paparazzi. She immediately began hugging her friends in delight.
Kylie hugged Tyga in gratitutde, but the first ride in the passenger's seat was reserved for her mother Kris. I guess Kylie's ride with Tyga will have to wait until later tonight. Maybe she can drive them back to his place, where they will finally be able to have sex.
Incidentally, yesterday was my 30th birthday, and I don't own a car. So needless to say, I'm extra happy for Kylie right now.
Our greatest success at abstinence education is abstaining from educating each generation on how a) to have sex and b) to think of themselves as men and women.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L0jQz6jqQS0
Skip to 17:50 for a celebrity-studded sex ed video.
Sex education was supposed to rescue American parents from The Talk, or at least make it easier. Instead, parents now need to have a new Talk with their kids, the Talk warning them that everything in their sex ed class may be wrong, possibly dangerous, and probably a thinly-veiled attempt at cultural indoctrination.
From telling girls that they'll be like used pieces of Scotch tape if they have sex to telling boys...well, actually nothing, because "boys will be boys" is somehow still a catchier phrase in 2015 than "no means no" and "yes means yes."
Why? Politics, of course. Getting angry about sex ed is very easy for parents, so no one at the state or local level will ever stick their necks out for it. Instead, sex ed is just left up to what each school, and in some cases what each teacher will dare.
Look, kids have sex. As John Oliver says in the video, it would literally be better to go back to "no sex ed" than to continue abstinence-only sex ed. It is possible for reasonable people to disagree about many things, but if you favor abstinence education, then just admit that it's more important to you that young people (especially women) accept your cultural dogmas and social roles (especially women) than it is that we avoid teen pregnancy or the spread of STDs.
If making sure women are virgins when they get married, or feel like dirty sneakers if they aren't (or, god forbid, aren't given the option), then go right ahead and advocate for abstinence-only education. Just don't act like it's sex ed.
She started out with some regular senior photo shots—the stiff, highly-staged kind—but decided they were too stereotypical. In order to capture something more honest, she got her photographer to capture her in her most natural environment. That environment just happened to be one of Creech's favorite restaurants: Taco Bell.
If she doesn't get free Taco Bell for life in exchange for the publicity, they are making a serious error. When you compare and contrast her other photos with the Taco Bell ones, it's pretty obvious where she's having the better time.
This wasn't just a smug, ironic stunt; Creech is the real deal. Her Twitter bio includes "it's my life goal to be in a taco bell commercial," and she even tweeted a response to all the doubters who thought she was joking.
remember when I told you guys I was gonna get my senior pictures at taco bell and you thought I was joking pic.twitter.com/GiJK5mNZRf
Let's hope she's already booked the local 'Bell for prom and graduation; everyone knows it fills up fast. Some advice to her date: go with the Cinnamon Twist corsage.
It's not just that it was so bad it was never released—it was never meant to be released. They didn't tell the actors that, though. Here's the trailer (which only played once, before a film called Carnosaur.) The full movie is below.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_X5C6e3ZeY
If you're a fan of Arrested Development* or moviemaking history, you may be familiar with the sad, strange tale of 1994's unreleased Fantastic Four film.
See, when studios acquire the rights to certain properties, like comic books, they come with a "use 'em or lose 'em" clause to keep studios from just hoarding story rights. If they don't make something with it, they eventually lose the license. Nowadays, they just reboot the whole thing every decade. Back in the day, however, they would make films for the explicit purpose of saying, "See? We're using it. Now give us another 20 years on the license."
But the cast and crew of this film were never told that was the film's intent, and they and many comic nerds who had gotten wind of it were understandably excited (and then disappointed) about its release. In 2005, Stan Lee confirmed that the film was, indeed, a copyright trap (although other sources say the studio was paid not to release it in order to protect the brand).
Anyway, as you've probably heard, the most recent Fantastic Four has been a gigantic flop, both critically and financially. The 2005 version did fine financially, but I was there in theaters for it, and let me tell you: it was not good. It was bad. It was never, however, this bad:
*On Arrested Development, Maria Bamford plays the actress who played Sue Storm in this very 1994 Fantastic Four, and she factors largely in Tobias Funke's doomed attempt to create a musical based on the film.
This is what I was basically saying every time I asked for an extension in college.
I got a page done. I deserve a break.
(via Thinkstock)
A truly amazing e-mail exchange surfaced on Imgur yesterday, in which a student asked his professor for an extension on a paper after getting a bit too turnt over the weekend. Here's the first part:
Even nearly a decade later, I cringe thinking about driving in the car with my mom and how I, after gathering courage during a period of silence, asked about the word I had heard the seventh grade boys joking about at the lunch table next to mine. I had attempted to look it up in the classroom dictionary but, thinking the word was spelled "O-R-C-A-S-M," I had studied the page from ORCA to ORDER and back again with no luck.
My mom was clearly taken aback. "Where did you hear that word?"
I knew at that moment it was something inappropriate. "Just from some boys in my class."
She stiffened. "It's a sex word. They were just being immature." We said nothing else on the subject, that car ride or since.
I learned about sex from reading Memoirs of a Geisha. As Mameha detailed what was going to happen the night Sayuri lost her virginity, she was teaching Sayuri and she was teaching me. Mameha described "the eel"—I knew that was a penis—entering the cavern, which seemed straightforward enough, but then she went on to talk about the way the eel would "mark his territory" when the act was complete. With no other clues to go from, I came to the conclusion that the man pees inside the woman, and then sex is complete.
Luckily, my terrible, terrible misconception was eventually corrected. At my liberal public high school, sex ed was taught clinically and pragmatically. We saw pictures of dripping STDs, and a video so off-putting that it seemed to be titled "The Miracle of Birth!" ironically. When they taught us about the orgasm, it was through the male perspective: the man ejaculates X number of sperm at X velocity which can then travel up the vaginal canal and fertilize an egg that dropped through the fallopian tube. The clitoris was just a fancy word in the textbook that sounded like it could be a Pokemon. They focused so much on the mechanics of sex that we never learned about how it could something to enjoy.
Maybe all that has something to do with why, at 22, I've never had an orgasm with a partner.
At this point, allow me to state quite emphatically that if I've been lucky enough to have a horizontal relationship with you, and you happen to be reading this, you (yes, you) are the exception. But with everyone else, it's been faked: a When Harry Met Sally impression in conjunction with some strategic clenching and a sigh of contentment for good measure.
Feminist-and-booty-icon Nicki Minaj revealed in an interview just a few weeks ago that she demands an orgasm every time she has sex—and she challenged all women to do the same. Statistics indisputably show that men have more orgasms than women—about twice as often—and when women fake it, we tacitly maintain the status quo: that notion that sex is for the man, for his pleasure and for his ego.
So why do women fake it? The simple answer, one that I presume most girls will agree with if given the promise of anonymity, is that we kind of want it to end. Whatever you're doing isn't working and isn't going to work, but in an effort to protect your ego and save some time, a few well-pitched moans can easily stand in for an awkward conversation, in which you must stoically insist that you are still enjoying yourself, really, it's not him, he's doing everything right, this is all great, you promise.
But when I think about it, with me I think it comes down to insecurity. Maybe girls with perfect noses who have been skinny and tan all of their life can be effortlessly objective in their interpretation of a partner's skill. But I have never seen myself as a Pretty Girl. To me, middle school insecurities still whisper reminders that I should be grateful for every partner I can get, that I should do a Good Job, that I should make sure he enjoys himself. Cosmo has created a celluloid Uber-Wench for all sex-positive twenty-somethings to aspire to be: outgoing, flirtatious, and orgasmic. If a boy goes through any effort at all for my pleasure, it would be rude not to reward his efforts. If I can't be a perfect 10, I can at least be the girl Cosmo wants me to be.
Of course, I'm an individual, but I operate within a system that defines sex from an entirely male perspective. In the most basic heteronormal tradition, sex begins with his arousal and ends with his climax. The female orgasm (if it even exists, amirite?) is a garnish to the experience, something to pepper in if possible but which doesn't ultimately change the nature of the act.
In thinking about the 1950s sensibility that still exists when it comes to sex-positivity for women, I remembered a particularly distasteful bit of advice I heard repeated throughout my childhood: "No one will buy the cow if the milk is free." Unflattered animal comparison aside, the advice reveals a fundamental truth about how sex has been apprached: that it's something for women to gift and men to recieve.
Schools, parents, and older siblings have a responsibility to begin teaching sex as a mutually gratifying experience. But, in the meantime, it's up to us, the individuals. So, from now on, I'll save faking it for pretending I'm happy to see someone I hated in high school. It's my responsbility, for feminism and for myself and for Nicki Minaj, to make sure my orgasm is the real deal.
It already stirred controversy just after opening for previews last week. Some critics reviewed it just based off of the previews, which led to a huge public argument over whether it's okay to review plays before their proper opening. The latest piece of drama surrounding the drama has to do with another issue, though: the ongoing crisis surrounding our inabilitytobehave like proper human beings at the theater. After Saturday night's show, Cumberbatch gave an impromptu speech at the stage door, in which he asked audience members not to film or photograph the performance.
He starts off by thanking everyone for coming and asks them for their help in using technology to spread the word about the show:
What I really want to do is try to enlist you. I don't really use social media, and I'd really appreciate it if you did. Tweet, blog, hashtag the shit out of this one for me.
He then politely pleads for people to please limit their use of technology to outside of the theater:
I can see red lights in the auditorium, and it may not be any of you here that did that, but it’s blindingly obvious. It’s mortifying, and there’s nothing less supportive or enjoyable as an actor being on stage experiencing that. I can’t give you what I want to give you which is a live performance that you’ll remember — hopefully in your minds and brains whether it’s good, bad, or indifferent — rather than on your phones.
It's a pretty kind, nuanced way to impart this sort of message. Instead of being a crochetty old man and decrying that technology is ruining the theater, he acknowledges its usefullness in promoting a performance. He just doesn't want it ruining his or other people's experiences inside the theater, which is totally fair. Good on you, Cumberbatch. Things could've gone a lot worse.
The Truth Is Out There, if the truth you're talking about is the truth that humans see human-like shapes everywhere.
I added that red circle. It would be weird if the Curiosity Rover just put random red circles around things. (via NASA)
There are a lot of hopes that people had for NASA's Curiosity Rover when it landed on Mars. But that li'l rover has done something truly wonderful: taken a photograph of something blurry enough for UFO people to decide it's probably a woman, and thus proof of humanoid life on the red planet.
Yup. That's definitely a Martian tribute to Rose standing on the end of the Titanic. (via NASA)
The image truth was brought to light by UFO Sightings Daily, a site that I'm sure is very legitimate despite the fact that it looks like its logo was designed in 1996. UFO Sightings Daily has some pretty key thoughts on the "woman partly cloaked," but most importantly:
The woman seems to have breasts.
Fucking. Sweet.
But you guys, I hope your brain is sitting down, because your mind is about to be blown: WHAT IF ON MARS, IT'S THE MEN THAT HAVE THE TITS AND NOT THE LADIES?????
Oh. My. God.
In non-breast news, UFO Sightings Daily also thinks that it's probably not a statue, but a living being that's 8-10 centimeters tall:
...a statue that small would be eroded and destroyed easily, so it has a higher chance of being a living being. Also it is facing the Mars rover...watching it from a distance. This being is about 8-10 cm tall. Yes, one such species is known to exist that small. Remember the Apollo 20 mission, not the fake TV show, but the real mission? Well William Rutledge (astronaut) said inside the cigar ship in Deporte Crater (moon) he saw glass tubes on the walls with tiny human-like skeletons in them about 4-6 cm long. This looks real. And it should concern every country in the world. There is life out there.
Every country in the world, GET CONCERNED. There is something out there in the night sky, and it has breasts, so we need to FIND IT NOW.
5. Every guy who's thirsty for Caitlin Jenner, because she's only into women.
Sorry fellas, she's off limits.(Getty)
Ever since Caitlyn Jenner went public as a woman, there's been one question on everyone's minds. Actually, there have been many questions, asked with varying levels of tact. Jenner herself has refrained from weighing in for the most part, choosing to wait and explain herself in the medium with which she's most comfortable: a reality show.
Her new docu-series I Am Cait is slowly answering many of the lingering questions about her transition, and the latest episode is promising to address one of the most tantalizing: who she wants to bang. Is she into men or women? The people demanded an answer, and according to TMZ, sources say the answer is women. Caitlyn is a lesbian, just as much into women as she was when she was Bruce.
If that's disappointing to you, then I have some reassuring news: She was much too famous to hook up with you anyway. Luckily, there are many other heterosexual transwomen in the world you can date.
The promo for the next episode of I Am Cait seems to want to keep the mystery going, but if TMZ's sources are to be believed, there's no doubt. Now you don't need to watch it! Don't say we never did you any favors.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ke4qSIKXaa0
4. The people behind 'Fantastic Four,' because it flopped fantastically.
Anyone can see the problem: more of them should have been made of rocks. (via YouTube)
If you're keeping track, there have now been four Fantastic Four movies, and four criticial flops. To be fair, the first movie from 1994 was never meant to be released, and the next two were box office successes even if everyone hated them. The latest version, on the other hand, has no excuse.
Josh Trank's Fantastic Four reboot (stylized as Fant4stic if you really want to be sick to your stomach) raked in a dismal $26.2 million over its opening weekend. Compare that to its $120 million budget, and the movie begins to look like a scheme by Dr. Doom to destabilize the US economy (which would have been a better storyline). Even the director tried to distance himself from the movie with an impulsive tweet blaming the studio. He later deleted it, proving that even his opinion isn't immune to being rebooted.
The ones who really suffer in all of this are hardcore Fantastic Four comic book fans. At this point, it seems unlikely that the team who put Marvel Comics on the map in the 60s will ever get their due on the big screen. I guess nerds will have to settle for the other 80 superhero movies that come out every year.
3. Hundreds of foodies sickened by cilantro contaminated with poop and toilet paper.
As delicious as it is deadly (because nobody has died). (stock photo)
Bad news, foodies. Cilantro found out you were sneaking around behind its back with kale, and now it's getting revenge. The FDA is investigating more than 380 cases of cyclosporiasis in more than 26 US states linked to shipments of cilantro from Puebla, Mexico.
In case you need a refresher, cyclosporiasis is an intestinal disease that causes cramps, diarrhea, nausea, and fatigue. And cilantro is coriander. Seriously, it's the same herb. Restaurants have been lying to you for years, and now you're paying the price, in the form of cramps, diarrhea, nausea, and fatigue.
If you thought you were grossed out already, wait till you hear how the greens were contaminated. While investigating cilantro producers in Puebla, the FDA found multiple locations without bathrooms or running water. Instead, it appears the fields themselves became a makeshift bathroom, because human feces and toilet paper were found among the crops. Feel free to never eat another salad after reading that.
The FDA has instituted a partial ban on cilantro from Puebla, but there's no way to be sure what's already made it to stores. What's more, washing contaminated produce may not be enough to render it safe. The only sensible option is to never eat vegetables again.
2. Ronda Rousey, because her ex threw shade at her on a podcast.
http://www.tmz.com/videos/0_tgcajv5r
It might seem like everything is going Ronda Rousey's way these days – she's a champion, a killing machine, and a sex symbol, all at the same time. The last person to pull that off was Jack Nicklaus.
But for every successful person, there's someone out there to begrudge them every moment of it, and 98% of the time, that's an ex. Rousey's former beau, MMA fighter Brendan Schaub, was appearing on Joe Rogan's Fight Companion podcast on Saturday when the topic turned to their relationship. Asked if he would ever get back with her, Schaub said, "I'm not the man for the job." When Rogan challenged him with "not man enough," he started digging that hole deeper and deeper:
"I'm too much… She needs a guy who's gonna take a backseat, that's not me."
He went on to explain that Rousey is surrounded by yes-men and couldn't handle his radical truth bombs. Although it doesn't seem like the yes-men have steered her wrong since they broke up. So far, she hasn't responded to her ex's jabs, but considering what happened last time someone came at her publicly, I feel like her reponse won't last longer than 34 seconds.
1. A soccer player who injured himself while celebrating a goal.
HAHAHAHAHAHA when you score in the first minute and then pull up in the celebration. Chad Barrett. pic.twitter.com/LKbCPBuRYp
This has to be a first: an injury in soccer where you know for a fact they're not faking.
Seattle Sounders forward Chad Barrett scored a beautiful goal just 50 seconds into an MLS game against the LA Galaxy on Sunday. Everyone was shocked, and he immediately took off on a victory lap around the stadium. Then he pulled his hamstring. It was all the excitement of two full soccer games contained within the first minute of one.
Barrett, instead of rolling around on the ground in pantomime agony, sheepishly limped off the field, and was replaced in the second minute. Since then, the clip of his injury has gone viral online. Here's a wider angle:
Despite the embarrassment, Barrett should be proud. Not only did he score a great goal, he participated in what may be the first viral blooper in MLS history. Soccer has finally gone mainstream in America.
