Jim Nabors and his partner of 38 years Stan Cadwallader tied the knot earlier this month in Seattle, a few weeks after same-sex marriage became legal in the state of Washington.
As you slip into bed tonight wondering how you spent another night watching television for six hours, think about the other types of fun you could be having. Like, for instance, getting hammered and stealing multiple vehicles, including an ambulance and two cars. And also trying to steal two horses. Definitely trying to steal two horses.
If you're a dude in your 20s, you may be fond of the Adam Sandler film "Billy Madison." For anyone too mature for pee and armpit jokes (and whatever else happens in "Billy Madison" — I swear when I was 11 I thought it was hilarious) or just generally averse to Sandler, this is basically what happens: Sandler plays a manchild forced to repeat elementary school by his mega-rich father. Hilarity ensues. Chris Farley drives off of a cliff (or something). Sandler gets to screw Bridgette Wilson. This happens.
At the root of the unimaginable tragedy in Brazil — in which 234 people died and at least 120 others were hospitalized in a fire at a nightclub called Kiss — is wanton carelessness for others. According to police in Brazil, the fire was ignited by flares that were intended for outdoor use. Why did Gurizada Fandangueira, the band playing that night, set off those flares inside the club? Because they were cheap.
America's SweeTart Lindsay Lohan is poised to miss her first court date of 2013 in California tomorrow due to a life-threatening case of the blahs.
A teen from the northeastern Oregon town of La Grande has been taken off life support a week after he attempted to commit suicide by hanging himself from a play structure near a local elementary school.
Dazed and Confused star Jason London had a very bad weekend — he was punched by a bouncer and arrested for disorderly conduct. Still! The cops who arrested him had a worse one, given that they had to clean Jason London's shit out of the back of their cop car.
When the latest New York magazine cover story on leading New York City mayoral candidate Christine Quinn came out this week, it quoted current Mayor Michael Bloomberg as telling a reporter to "look at the ass on her" while gesturing toward a woman at a holiday party. Elsewhere in the piece, Quinn spoke briefly about the frequent comments the mayor makes about her clothes and appearance:
Justin Bieber has a giant chip on his perpetually shirtless shoulder. He isn't doing much press for his new Believe Acoustic album, but he did sit down with Billboard's Bill Werde for a Q&A. Werde describes him as "unfailingly polite, though occasionally he flattens himself down into a black leather couch, hands jammed into his pockets, and seems bored," and "every bit a normal 18-year-old kid." Which is to say, he's a little bit of a dickhead.
A stylish Shiba Inu named after Patrick Swayze's character in Point Break is teaching humans a thing or two about looking presentable biped.
This brash young zoot-suiter Justin Bieber had better learn something more than baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby—he had better learn some respect. Respect for rules. Respect for society. Respect for propriety. Here a nice young man like Justin is, parading around without a shirt on, torso unclad as you please. We fear that one more promising young man has fallen prey to the lure of orgiastic fashion malefaction.
After two scandalous years of dealing with an extramarital affair, an illegitimate son, and a high-profile separation, Arnold Schwarzenegger was all set to wipe the slate clean with a wholesome Hollywood comeback story.
Welcome to our science-like new feature, "Hey, Science," in which we will have our most provocative scientific questions answered by real live scientists (or related experts). No question is too smart for us to tackle, theoretically speaking. This week, experts answer the question: Do animals get mental illnesses, just like humans? Or is your dog just dumb?
Semi-nude selfies and jokes about on-campus drug use are just some of the things found on one Colorado math teacher's Twitter page.
I never want a boyfriend until I meet him; Charles* got me effortlessly. He enlivened me. I felt free to say whatever as we swapped pop-cultural obsessions, revealing ourselves in the process. Or at least, that was the idea. I told him I was nasty like the dirt under SWV singer Coko's fingernails. I meant it.
