Please be informed that Doris Day’s long-form birth certificate has been unearthed and she is 95, not 93. Said Day in a statement, “I’ve always said that age is just a number and I have never paid much attention to birthdays, but it’s great to finally know how old I really am!” Decades since her Hollywood glory days…
Earlier this week, Alison Dadow was charged with murder in the death of her twin sister Ann after the two drove off a cliff on a winding highway in Hawaii. It was the tragic end to a bizarre tale of yoga, assumed names and alleged scams. On Wednesday, a judge dropped the murder charges against Dadow, but reports say…
The odds are such that you've likely seen the news about the Miss Universe pageant. If not, don't worry, pageants remain one of the weirdest things that human beings continue to do to other human beings, so I understand not paying attention.
"Do mice throw up?" and "Any statistics on the lifespan of the abandoned woman?" are some of the less strange questions that librarians at the New York Public Library have been writing down for decades. If you're wondering if people asked about sex, the answer is "yes, absolutely."
Embarrassing open mic nights, topical parodies, gaming tutorials—these are the YouTube videos we know. The ones we replay and the ones we send to our friends, coworkers, families, and everyone we know. But YouTube has another layer. One where view counts sit at zero and bizarre bits of film rot away in indifference.…
You know that feeling you get when you come home to an empty house with nothing but the TV to keep you company and a delicious Swanson dinner with reconstituted brownie in the fridge? Well, your problems are solved. No matter how lonely you are, there's now a chair that will make your life a joy.
I like kids, but one of the biggest challenges I can envision having when I adopt some tiny Marklings of my own (those will be their names and they will have numbers also) is that that they'll come home with an assignment that looks just like this one, with a mistake that turns an innocent word into a mortifying…
Meet the Press used to be the number-one Sunday network news program, but ratings have not been great lately, and the show has slid to number 3 over the past few years. NBC has been taking a closer look at host David Gregory for answers.
I don't know what to think about this. I don't like breeders and I don't like cats, but these spooky lycoi cats are something else. A cat that looks like a werewolf and, according to its Tennessee-based human creators, acts like a dog. I have to admit they are quite cute in their freaky ugliness. Like a reverse evil…
Along with the fantastic feats of athleticism, the Olympics are always a veritable festival of drama and weirdness. And while Sochi has taken this reality and really run with it in the lead-up to their Winter Games, the Opening Ceremony also delivered on Russian-style kitsch and awkwardness. Observe, below, pictures…
"wer you in zombieland?" "hi man. no. that's jesse eisenberg" Michael Cera takes his weirdo awkward comedy stylings to The New Yorker.
Ugh, classic sheep. No respect for the dead, AS USUAL. A flock of woolly ne'er-do-wells in the small Berkshire village of Grazeley (pUn InTeNdEd BcUz SHEEP!!) have been running wild in the town churchyard, feasting wantonly on flowers and keepsakes left by mourners.
Obviously this is a story out of the UK. It's the Britishiest British story ever Britted. The scene: Coddington, Nottinghamshire. We deal not with a fox wearing a feathered cap and tunic, stealing from the rich to give to the poor, but with a horse chosen to be a bridesmaid. Putting the mare in marriage.
Will the wonders of the Internet never cease to amaze and disgust us? In this week's episode of Bizarre Shit You Buy on Craigslist, some industrious women are selling their positive pregnancy tests to other people online.
I cannot stop watching this man's master class performance of an attacking dog. This is some high-level method acting right here — Bryan Cranston doesn't have anything on this dude. I'm just not sure whether I should laugh, cry, or hide under my bed until this man no longer exists.
And/or our dads. And/or our siblings. Basically: Genetics are wild/highly predictable.
There's a gas station in Madison, WI with a sign that reads "DON'T DIE A VIRGIN TERRORISTS ARE UP THERE WAITING FOR YOU."
A singing sensation who goes by the name Paint sings about the realities of life for Ariel, Jasmine, Belle, and Pocahontas — and it isn't pretty. Belle's verses are classic — PETA would totally be after her creepy animal loving ass. But the charges laid on me! about beastiality! could get me thrown in a cell!
Warning: Some of these plot descriptions are hella sexually graphic.