Today at Gawker.TV, Pee-Wee Herman lets his imaginiation go wild on Late Night, Diddy is a professional "sexter," Grey's Anatomy highlights the male torso, and Michael Scott tells all of his ex-girlfriends that he has herpes on The Office.

A "health clinic" in Estonia is drumming up business for its weight-loss services by having a larger girl marked "Before" and a slimmer girl marked "After" walk around handing out fliers. We're horribly embarrassed for all involved, ourselves included. [Adfreak]

Kris Jenkins hasn't been able to contribute much on the football field lately thanks to a finicky ACL, but the Jets and their fans will surely appreciate this nationally-televised act of vandalism as a morale booster.

Last night Mayor-for-Life Michael Bloomberg gave the designers of Project Runway keys to the city. Then they designed things inspired by Gotham. Everything was black: bleak, hopeless, and black.

Here's something you don't see... ever. A Russian cop, busy patrolling a highway, pulls over a car because of a broken headlight. Soon thereafter, though, the cop jumps inside the car to avoid a giant pack of wolves. Video inside.

Board-track racing was a popular event in the early days of automobiles, but once the cars got too fast and the centrifugal forces too strong, it became an attraction for only the craziest motorcycle daredevils... at least in the US.

Everyone's thinking—or at least should be thinking—about what they're going to dress up as for Halloween. Don't fall into the trap and wear one of these clichéd costumes that everyone else will have on. You can do better!

Diane Passage on husband Ken Starr questioning her sex life: "I always tell him, none of your business… But if I did hook up with another guy I think it would be OK—he owes me, he's in jail."

It's good to be the president's polygamist half brother: "President Barack Obama's polygamist half brother in Kenya has married a woman who is more than 30 years younger than him." Expect plenty of Michelle Obama's judgmental eye-rolls during Thanksgiving dinner.

Ann Patchett used to be a writer for Gourmet with a bottomless expense account. You never will be, because Gourmet is dead, killed partly by bottomless expense accounts. But Ann can give you a glimpse of Conde Nast's glory days.

Last night's episode of Community experimented with product placement by writing an entire script around a sponsor. KFC was that sponsor, which might have been difficult to advertise—had they not created a flight simulator fueled by the Colonel.

The American League Championship Series kicks off tonight, we're in the mood for baseball and there's no better baseball flick than Bull Durham. But, just because it's great doesn't mean it's perfect. A collection of its most obvious mistakes inside.

Is the Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert rally in Washington going to be the biggest satirico-political rally ever? So far, Facebook has registered 290,000 'definite' attendees. Impressive! Then again, Facebook is just a website where people lazily click anything.

While in DC this week (he's there shooting Transformers 3), Shia LaBeouf relaxed outside of a cafe and read a book. Then, he left, chased a fleeing paparazzo, threw a cup of coffee at him, and ran away. Video inside.

Here's a trailer for Drive Angry, a movie about an angry man (Cage) who drives back from Hell (seriously) to get revenge on the cult (I think?) who killed his family. This is part of Cage's I'm Still Here, right?

In your gusty Friday media column: a new fashion magazine, undermining at the Chicago Tribune, gay anchors invade the airwaves, the NYO hires a media reporter, and Gannett's money isn't as long as it looks.

Aside from Todd's attempt to help Rajiv marry, last night's episode followed our lovable Indian friends through a revenge plot. They need to get back at a rival gang of hot-shot salesmen who took their lunch seats.

Yesterday, we learned that a 34-year-old man slammed a car through a Bridgeville, Pennsylvania DMV office moments after passing his driving test, causing minor injuries to himself and three others. Now, we have raw video of the classically ironic event.

Last night was the series premiere of yet another of Bravo's lady-destroying enterprises, this one set in the formerly classy California neighborhood that is supposedly home to our glitteriest stars. Too bad nothing glittered last night.

What are the olds doing these days, besides drinking heavily and shooting the young? Many are going back to their old colleges and cheerleading, at football games. Only problem: "most of the girls are a lot bigger now." Hmm. [WSJ]