A recent incident where Jerry Seinfeld responded to hecklers accusing him of supporting genocide by saying, “I am a racist, it’s a genocide, I’m into it,” showed that the comedian isn’t ashamed to defend his pro-Israel stance. But now the beloved comedian is proving more than ever that he’s not backing down: Jerry Seinfeld has announced that in response to criticism of his support for Israel, he will be dating another 17-year-old.
Damn! Looks like Israel got a new attack dog, and his name is Jerry Seinfeld.
During an interview on SiriusXM’s ‘We Got Company,’ Seinfeld doubled down on his defense of Israel, stating, “They say I can’t support Israel. They heckle my performances. They slander me online. But I won’t apologize. In fact, thanks to the constant harassment these people put me through, I will be dating another 17-year-old.”
“I’ve had enough! I thought about doing ‘Unfrosted 2’ to get back at these jerks, but I wanted to go even further,” he continued. “So I will be prowling parks near high schools in search of a new underage girlfriend. I don’t care what my haters think. I don’t care what my wife thinks. And I don’t care what the 17-year-old thinks. We’re going to be in love, and she is going to be 17 and very busty for her age. You thought the age gap was bad when I was 39? Just wait until I have a 17-year-old girlfriend NOW. I’m going to be proud as ever to support Israel and have a 17-year-old girlfriend. Because calling me a racist comes with consequences. And those consequences are 17 years old.”
Whoa! No matter where you stand on the Israel issue/72-year-olds dating children, you’ve gotta admire Seinfeld’s conviction here.
Looks like when you mess with Jerry, you get the horns. If you’re an anti-Israel activist, you may want to think twice before the next time you heckle Seinfeld.
Mom has always been honest and open about her past, which is why the detail she just dropped is so interesting:
Mom just casually revealed she had 18 kids with another man before she married Dad.
Whoa! It’s almost like she had an entirely different life before her and Dad got together.
Last night, upon seeing a mother pushing triplets around in a stroller, Mom, without much fanfare at all, let it slip that she’d had triplets not once, but twice prior to starting her relationship with Dad. That led to her saying, “Yeah, I had…” stopping to do the math in her head, and then finishing, “Eighteen kids with the guy I was with before I met your father.”
Surprised that we were treating it like it was a big deal, Mom continued, “Oh, I thought I told you about that,” then, in response to being asked, “Where are your 18 kids now?” she just shrugged and said, “Who knows. I haven’t thought about them in a while.”
After briefly changing the subject to how she was excited for Christmas this year, the 18 previously unknown children were brought up again, at which point she nonchalantly disclosed that she had been the subject of a reality show called, “Eighteen’s Enough,” which ran for six seasons on the E! network and that two of the kids were named, “Jason” because she ran out of names she liked.
Dang! It’s easy to just see your parents as being just your parents their entire lives, so it’s hard to imagine that at one time they were the parent of 18 other kids you’ve never met. This really makes Mom seem like a whole new person!
Better get out the heart glue, because this is going to break your heart: There’s not a single outfit this man can pull off.
Oof. Some men are just trying too hard to pull off a look that doesn’t work for them, but this one…this one can’t pull off any of them.
Forty-two-year-old Subaru salesman Lyonel Brinks has tried the concert t-shirt and ripped jeans look.
He’s tried the buttoned-up casual polo shirt and khakis look.
He’s tried a leather jacket.
He’s tried a sports jersey and sweatpants.
But every single last outfit, whether it’s something simple and timeless or something bold and cutting edge, leaves him looking like a child wearing an unidentifiable Halloween costume.
Tailored, oversized, vintage-inspired, hat, no-hat, no matter what, Lionel looks like he’s trying too hard, uncomfortable, and somehow “kidding” with what he wears, as if it’s meant to me a joke. Even when he’s just wearing a pair of jeans from J.Crew and a white oxford shirt.
Dressed up, he looks like a schlubby guy who’s overdressed for dinner at Olive Garden. Dressed down, he looks like he just rolled out of bed to take a leak at 3 a.m. Clothes that fit him perfectly only serve to accentuate his odd proportions and weird neck angle, and clothes that fit him relaxed immediately make him look 70 pounds heavier.
Honestly, the look he came closest to pulling off was when he dressed up in a steampunk outfit to go to a local gaming convention, and that was only because no guys can really pull off a steampunk look so he just didn’t look any worse than the guys who can sort of pull it off.
There’s simply nothing Lionel can wear that doesn’t make everyone who looks at him feel sort of sorry for him.
To make matters worse, Lionel just booked his first tattoo appointment, and no matter what he gets, and no matter where it goes, you know that this is only going to serve to make him look even less like he’s pulling off whatever he’s wearing.
All hearts break for Lionel. This is so, so sad.
For decades, the Blue Man Group has delighted audiences around the globe with its offbeat artistry and electric live show, but today it went above and beyond for fans like never before: The performance-art group has announced that it will pay your bail if you get arrested for masturbating to Blue Man Group ads on the train.
These guys are standing by their fans, and we are here. For. It.
If you’ve ever spent a night in a cold cell because a cop caught you pleasuring yourself to a subway ad for the Blue Man Group, you can breathe a sigh of relief that those days are finally over. From now on, when you get taken downtown for succumbing to the carnal urges sparked by a glossy photo of blue men drumming on barrels of colorful neon liquid, the Blue Man Group will pony up the money for you to get out and sleep in your own bed.
“We have ads on trains, and we know our fans will touch their genitals because of that,” said the Blue Man Group in an official written statement posted to https://t.co/1u9Y0Nwffx. “From our smooth, blue heads to our damp drums, it’s a simple fact of life that many train riders won’t be able to contain their lust upon seeing publicity materials for our show. We won’t let our fans be punished for something as natural as masturbating to us, so from here on out, we’re covering your bail. Whatever the amount, in whatever state, we will pay it in full. Being aroused by us is not a crime.”
You tell ’em, Blue Man Group!
Getting arrested for vigorously self-stimulating to a poster of painted bald men using PVC pipes like trombones can turn a normal train ride into a major inconvenience, but thankfully these iconic entertainers are using their earnings to make sure their fans get home safe. “Everybody does it,” said founding Blue Man Group member Chris Wink in a Facebook post on the subject. “When we perform in the theater, we turn down the lights and drum really loud specifically so people can masturbate. The front few rows even get ponchos. No way should anyone be jailed for finding us sexually irresistible just because they happen to be on a train. Hell, paying everyone’s bail costs us, what, $5 out of every ticket? That’s a small price to pay so our fans can just live their lives without getting hassled by the police.”
Pretty cool! Kudos to these legends for spreading the wealth around and remembering the fans who helped get them where they are.
If you’re a comedy fan, then you’ve undoubtedly heard about Shane Gillis’s controversial opening monologue on SNL last weekend, where he compared women who wear revealing clothing at the gym to “whores.” Well, there’s no need to boycott SNL, because they’ve stepped up to do the right thing: SNL has donated $1,000 to whores.
And that, folks, is how you keep your reputation as a comedy institution intact!
A representative for the beloved, long-running sketch comedy show said in a statement, “Shane Gillis’s recent jokes about whores do not represent the values of Saturday Night Live. SNL stands by whores no matter how filthy, run-through, and scabbed up they are. That is why we have decided to donate $1,000 to whores, to be distributed via $1 bills scattered around nasty-ass alleyways and drug dens throughout the city.”
The statement continued, “After picking up the wrinkled-up dollar bills out of puddles and dumpsters, the whores are free to spend the money as they wish, whether it be on slutty little outfits to wear to the gym, used needles, or cheap mascara they can use to conceal their street-worn, rough-around-the-edges appearances. One thousand dollars is what a typical cheap, dirty little whore would make in a month giving handjobs to methed-out truck drivers, and dollar bills make great little tubes for snorting drugs off of another whore’s ass as well, so this $1,000 will undoubtedly be a great boon to the whore community.”
Thank you, SNL. THIS is how you make things right.
After firing him from their cast for past racist jokes, then inviting him back as a host three times, it looks like after Shane Gillis’ recent opening monologue where he compared women wearing exercise clothing to “whores,” SNL has finally learned their lesson: The beloved sketch show has announced Shane Gillis is only welcome to host another five to six times, tops.
Boom. Sorry Shane, but it looks like misogyny has no place on the hallowed SNL stage.
In a post to their official Facebook page, the show announced, “We are aware of the public reaction to guest host Shane Gillis’ recent opening monologue. SNL has made the difficult decision to ban Shane Gillis from hosting our show any more than five, six more times, tops. While we believe that everyone deserves an eighth or ninth chance, and there are basically no other funny comedians, actors, or musicians we can think of to host our show, Shane’s comments crossed a line that SNL will only let him cross around a dozen times total.”
Reactions in the post’s comments were mixed, with some saying that the punishment wasn’t harsh enough and that SNL should only welcome him back to host two to three times, whereas some were saying it was too harsh and they should make him a permanent cast member again but just not let him do as much sexist/racist stuff.
Damn. If SNL went this far, you know they were NOT happy about Shane’s “whores” joke. Hats off to SNL for standing up for women like this!
Here’s a touching story that proves even rock stars can have big hearts.
Alicia Portman of Cincinnati, OH is just about the biggest Aerosmith fan you’re likely to find. She knows all of their lyrics, she has all their albums, and she’s even seen them in concert 15 times. Sadly, Alicia was born with a rare heart defect and was told last month that she had just two weeks left to live. The next day, Alicia’s story reached Aerosmith frontman Steven Tyler, who was so moved that he decided to give her something very special: a personal letter listing a bunch of better bands for her to try and get into in the short time she has left.
Wow. What a beautiful and thoughtful gesture!
The letter begins, “Dear Alicia, I am sorry to hear that you don’t have much time left in this world. I hear you are a big Aerosmith fan, so I’ve put together a list of some bands that are better than us for you to check out instead.”
Tyler then goes on to list 130 bands that put Aerosmith to shame, including massive stars like Guns N’ Roses and Metallica and cult favorites such as The Sonics and MC5. Steven even went out of his way to make notes for each band describing their sounds, listing their best songs, and explaining in detail what exactly makes them better than Aerosmith.
“Honestly, our best song is ‘Walk This Way,’ and that’s because of Run-DMC,” Tyler wrote in a detailed six-paragraph explanation of why Alicia should be spending her final days listening to bands besides Aerosmith. “Sure, most of our hit songs are catchy when you first hear them, but they get annoying real fast on subsequent listens. Now, if you had six months to live, I’d say go ahead and play ‘Dream On’ here and there, but with only two weeks left you should really be doing everything you can to get into better bands like the Rolling Stones or The Beatles.”
“When it comes to hard rock, Mötley Crüe’s early stuff is unbeatable,” Tyler continued, in a side-by-side comparison of Aerosmith and Mötley Crüe. “It’s creative, technical, and has a ton of personality. Crüe basically does everything Aerosmith does, but better. It’s definitely what I’ll be listening to during the last few weeks of my life, and I’d strongly recommend you do the same.”
Rock stars, take notice, because this is how it’s done. By taking the time to give her a bunch of bands that are better than Aerosmith to check out before she dies, Steven has made one of his biggest fan’s dreams come true. And that’s pretty awesome.
As you age, it’s completely normal to feel less close to people you used to be tight with, and sadly, at this catch-up dinner with your old middle school friends, it’s become totally apparent just how far you’ve drifted away: your old childhood friends now speak in completely different memes than you.
Though you and this friend group might’ve basically shared a brain at one point, after a few years living in different cities post-grad, it’s like you no longer know the same language. For starters, they had absolutely no idea you were even trying to be funny when you described ordering mozzarella sticks as “kinda chic,” and when you later tried to get one of them to be quiet when the waiter arrived by quoting the iconic Love Island catchphrase, “You can pipe down, I’m Titi,” they looked at you like you have three heads.
Of course, you didn’t understand what the hell they were talking about, either. When a large, loud family entered the restaurant, your friend said, “Looks like Homer let the Barts out,” which resulted in confused stares from everyone else, followed by a poor explanation from the friend who said it, followed by them forcing you to watch a three minute video that no one else laughed at.
Sigh. You used to spend hours with these friends quoting Superbad, but now they’re practically strangers to you.
Though it was still pleasant to get to spend time with old friends, your corners of the internet might be a little too disparate for you to ever recapture your former closeness. To cap it all off, when you got home, one friend sent a picture of Black Charlie Kirk to the group chat, which everyone else simply ignored. Such is the way with old friends—at least your new ones know what “reasons to get a bob” means.