Bad spades hands carry a cruel inevitability. You know you are going to lose badly. And worse, your opponent knows. But you can't exactly quit. Which means you have to sit there and take all the shit-talking and faux self-deprecation until the hand is done.
Fill those brackets. Fill those brackets.
You can hang him from a tree, but he'll never sign with me
No, seriously. Bill Cosby is out of his gotdamn mind.
"Lemme see that spine shake" just doesn't have the same punch
The police isn't a department store you can just decide to stop shopping in or a Facebook friend you can block. They are not going anywhere.
I do not care that, while in middle school, at least 37% of you did at least one book report on Ben Carson during Black History Month
You can hate me now. But I won't stop now.
There's never been -- not in the 80s, not in the 90s -- more Black people on TV every week than there are now.
There's only one answer. The right one.
Why “I Hope He Whooped The Shit Out Of George Zimmerman” Is The Blackest Thing I’ve Ever Heard This Week
Because Trayvon Martin is dead. He was killed three years ago today. He would have been 20 years old.