Get ya broke ass out the club if you ain't gon' tip

What up, J.Cam? I know you got epicly later'd at the Oscars, but you're being pretty cool about the best picture and director award going to your ex-wife's movie about a real war.

John Hughes tribute: OK. Seeing the cast of The Breakfast Club 25 years later: No. James Spader? Andrew McCarthy? Someone.

Can this be the last year for the Oscars? Seriously, that shit took like three days. Most of it was blatant shit-being-called-a-sundae-ism. Alec Baldwin and Steve Martin did the Dean/Jerry thing well enough, but their joke time was eaten up by James Taylor's weird death montage ballad and interpretive hip-hop dancing. Just let this guy host next year.