The latest woman accusing Bill Cosby of drugging and assaulting her says she was knocked out for two days after he invited her to his hotel room to run lines in 1988.
It's no secret that Bill Murray—he of the mischievous, twinkling eyes and zero-fucks-given insouciance—can pretty much do whatever he wants. But that goodwill extends far beyond mere party-crashing. Perfect strangers want to fund his lifestyle, just for the honor of being acknowledged by someone with impeccable comedic timing.
The worst part of Madonna's leaked album full of shitty singles had to be her outraged statement, released the next day, decrying her artistic rape at the hands of terrorists.
A French monkey went on a week-long chocolat bender in Marseilles last week, terrorizing school children and eluding inspectors in the best animal crime to hit France since the Pink Panther.
Teresa Giudice's sad last Christmas before prison is now fully depressing. According to a report from Radar, the feds raided Tree's house this week, taking "plasma televisions, expensive jewelry, cash, and even the kids' Christmas presents" because the Giudices failed to set up a restitution payment plan.
In response to Sony's decision to cancel the theatrical release of the The Interview due to vague 9/11-ish threats from a group the FBI says is linked to the North Korean government, a handful of theaters planned to show a substitute North Korea comedy: Team America: World Police (2004). Now they won't even be able to do that.
Vice Media, now valued at two and a half billion dollars, made a ton of money this year. How much do its employees make? Here is Vice's most detailed information yet.
My name is Daźay Burnett. I am a 17-year-old senior at Beacon High School. On December 3, 2014, I was arrested, along with about 50 others, for peacefully protesting the Eric Garner decision.
This photo of actress Kate Bosworth, her director husband of of one year Michael Polish, and her new puppy "Happy" was taken on Tuesday, a rainy day in Los Angeles. I am happy for Kate Bosworth and at peace with her current station in life.
There was no big secret to Cards Against Humanity creator Max Temkin's ploy to sell 30,000 boxes of actual bull feces on Black Friday. His game simply has a lot of fans, and some of those fans will evidently buy literally anything he sells. Still, Temkin broke down the finer points of shit-slinging in a blog post this week.
Two men walked into a Lake Wales, Fla. Walmart store last week and loaded up a cart with hundreds of dollars worth of toys, then one of them took off with the goods while the other faked a heart attack to create a diversion. They would have gotten away with the heist, too, if the store had been miraculously devoid of security cameras.
Even when I was a believer, God had virtually no place in my Christmas. Each December 25, I suffered through Catholic mass, feeling each second crawl by. I had things to do, presents to open, Christmas movies to rewatch, sisters to fight with, extended family to see, food to eat and eat and eat. I might have considered the Catholic implications of the holiday while in church, but only in the way that you consider the car in front of you that's moving too slowly.
The persistence of capital punishment in some American states is cause for disgust. There is some good news, though: the death penalty is on the decline. These year end numbers prove it.
If you travel in certain GOP-centric lanes of the internet, you may have recently come across the above image macro, whose jumbled message depends on awareness of Bill Clinton's reputation as a lecher, resentment of the rape accusations against Bill Cosby, and the apophenic close-reading presumption that it's significant that both are named "Bill C." Let's break it down.
