Why read Fifty Shades of Grey when you can live it? Or, OK, at least drag a bunch of girlfriends to the real-life hotel where some of the book's filthy sex takes place.

CCTV footage? We'll do it live!: A reporter for Sky News provides the studio with a live update on police efforts to apprehend the driver of a vehicle involved in a recent hit and run, when who should show up in the background but the very same vehicle!

According to an employee of the Texas-based Twisted Root Burger Company, the restaurant chain, known for its "jokey service schtick," has "these random discounts we can give out for fun."

Todd "Legitimate Rape" Akin, the Republican Senate candidate who believes uteri have a rape exception, has launched a "Still Standing" website asking supporters to sign a petition. Actually, he's launched it three times, because whoever is writing his websites for him doesn't know the difference between "your" and "you're."

A Florida robbery may have been prevented if the employee of the targeted store had not been kind enough to lend the robber a pen.

I love Busta Rhymes on musical type of level but let's all recognize and realize that Busta Rhymes tends to give interviews where he just says different levels of words out of his mouth that go together to form the types of sentences that do not mean anything on the level of reality, okay? HuffPo has the scoop:

Here are some great photos of the 72nd & Second Ave. subway blast that occurred today in NYC. Somehow no one was harmed.

A candy shop owner in New Mexico has begun selling blue-colored "meth candy," so named in honor of Breaking Bad's signature blue drug.

In the aftermath of Rep. Todd Akin's now-infamous "legitimate rape" remark, many rape victims have been left wondering where their rape falls on the Spectrum of Legitimacy.

We admire people who have can-do, elbow-grease-type attitudes. If something's broke, why not fix it? Especially badly-damaged artwork. How hard can it be to just pick up a paintbrush and fix a fresco? Well, as it turns out — and as an elderly Spanish woman learned recently: pretty hard.

Charlie Rogers galvanized LGBT communities across the country after she claimed to have been a victim of a vicious hate crime perpetrated by three masked men that involved an anti-gay slur being carved into her skin while she was tied up with zip ties inside her own home.

Tennis and candy go together like tennis and candy, so it makes perfect no sense that tennis superstar Maria Sharapova has just unveiled a new line of utterly incomprehensible candies.

Lauryn Hill turned down an Oprah interview. She might be crazier than previously believed.

If everything develops properly, the Republican National Convention will be struck by a hurricane.

During a conference call with reporters this afternoon, The Office executive producer Greg Daniels dropped a bombshell announcement: The upcoming ninth season will be the show's last.

Well, here's something that is not a cause for concern, whatsoever, I want to emphasize right up front, and certainly not anything that might be an early indicator that you could consider "taking to the land" and hunkering down in your survivalist bunker with a cache of canned food and weapons until the "trouble" passes: the world's savviest investor is pretty sure that your state and/ or local government is a ticking time bomb that will collapse in a pile of valueless rubble.

Despite introducing itself to the Russian market in 2007, Starbucks has yet to become the country's only coffeehouse.

The latest Wikileaks farce came to a head this weekend, with Julian Assange thundering from a balcony at the London Ecuadorian embassy that Obama must end the "witch hunt," against Wikileaks. That Assange is holed up in the embassy after seeking asylum in Ecuador to avoid two-year-old Swedish rape and sexual molestation accusations, not a U.S. government investigation, proved no obstacle: His supporters are now seized by one of their periodic spasms of delusional op-ed writing, blogging and tweeting in the hopes of throwing up a screen of bullshit thick enough to hide the fact that this is a very straightforward case of a dude allegedly being a sex creep—not a shadowy conspiracy against a free speech champion.

Kristen Stewart has emerged from her grief cave. On her head, a hat. In her hand, a McCafe cup. On her belly, nothing.

As the Republican Party considers keeping its ultra-strict anti-abortion plank in tact, at least two media outlets are making their displeasure known through similarly pointed imagery.