We all know that Gary Busey is a little (how should we say this?) "off" and last night's episode of Wife Swap didn't disprove what we already know. Busey welcomed Gayle Haggard, the wife of disgraced pastor Ted Haggard, into his home, giving him the chance to expound on some of his life philosophies, including his belief in past lives, love of high school athletics, and the importance of farting in the sink. Here is all the insanity in under a minute.

The Tom Ford episode of Visionairies aired on OWN this fall, but I didn't even know about it until now. (Seriously, who is watching OWN other than Gayle, Maya Angelou, and that weird secretary who works in your office and is obsessed with Fergie—the British one, not the Black Eyed Pea.) Thanks to Steamy Window Productions for informing us of it and making this supercut of all the hilarious times Tom says the words "I," "me," or "Tom Ford" in the episode.

At work, Mark Zuckerberg is the one trying, and often failing, to meet the demands of his 800 million users. But on vacation in Uruguay for eight days, the Facebook CEO gets to be the one issuing requests. And he's a rather insane customer.

All Things D has solved the mystery of how parody Twitter account @Wendi_Deng was incorrectly marked "verified" this weekend, apparently against the parodist's will.

Colin Myler, who took over at News of the World after alleged phone-hacking mastermind Andy Coulson and presided over its abrupt end (that's him above, giving a final speech to his editors), has been appointed the new editor-in-chief of the New York Daily News—bitter rival of the New York Post, which, like News of the World, is a News Corp holding.

Antonio Munoz of Aurora, Ill., "mite" have been a little bit "bugged" after Comcast installed a new cable box in his home! Why? Because it was filled with cockroaches! "Bugged"! Ha! No, literally, his cable box was filled with cockroaches.

There may be another Bridesmaids movie that has nothing to do with Kirstin Wiig. This is like Laverne and Shirley when there was no Shirley! Where can I send my anger? What is the address to send shit stained wedding dresses in protest? It seems Universal is the culprit.

Gigantic internet zombie Yahoo announced it's installed Scott Thompson as CEO, replacing the scary lady who cussed. Thompson was president of noted precious antique destroyer PayPal, isn't big on journalism, and dresses like Mitt Romney's less cool older brother.

Poor Marcus Bachmann. The gleefully gay-seeming, possibly pushy, highly catty Christian therapist husband of Michele Bachmann suffered two humiliations this week: First, his wife called out his doggie sunglasses shopping spree on live TV. Then, the famously press-conscious fashion fiend ("All I want to know is what they're saying about me," he told New Yorker reporter Ryan Lizza) was forced to stand next to Michele in the critical final moments of her campaign with a giant cold sore on his mouth! Must have been the stress. Tasteful doggie eyewear is not easy to find in Des Moines.

Police in Brownsville, Texas, shot and killed an eighth grader in the hallway of his middle school today after he displayed a gun and "engaged" with officers. Welcome to 2012, everyone!

Singing labradoodle Justin Timberlake has reportedly (but not confirmedly) proposed to on-and-off girlfriend Jessica Biel, who reportedly said "yes."

Sinead O'Connor is back with her husband and sharing graphic details once again. For those keeping track, Sinead O'Connor got married in Vegas, told some inappropriate jokes, then 16 days later got divorced (possibly because of crack) but now the marriage is back on again. And so are the inappropriate jokes.

Adorable Texas bigot Rick Perry quickly decamped to the forests of his home state last night to "reassess" his campaign, which is usually what you'd say when you're dropping out but need a couple of days to raise cash and pay off the bills. But Rick Perry is clearly too insane to concentrate on such things for more than a few minutes, so he's already made up his mind and decided to stay in the race. He announced this via Twitter, with a classic "Rick Perry Photo," and without really teling anyone. Good form, Perry! The dream will never die.

Santorum, as followers of politics know, is the Bible-thumping Republican underdog who tied Mitt Romney at last night's Iowa Caucus. Santorum is also, as users of Google and followers of Dan Savage know, a neologism for "the frothy mixture of lube and fecal matter that is sometimes the by-product of anal sex."

We saw it coming a long way off, even before it pissed off gay activists, but Work It, ABC's new men-dressing-as-women-to-get-jobs sitcom, is by far the worst thing on television. Yeah, its' mildly offensive, but even worse than that, it is just plain awful.

Michele Bachmann, the magical flightless wish bird willed into existence by thousands of liberal bloggers, is no more. After a sixth-place finish in the Iowa caucuses, Bachmann announced on Wednesday that she would be suspending her campaign and returning to her homeland, Quadling Country in Oz.

This A-lister is using this bisexual up-and-comer as his latest beard. This rapper insisted he be Photoshopped to looking younger, this actor is back on the sauce, this former sitcom star is a reclusive germophobe, and this former sitcom star is sleeping with her fans. Wow, former sitcom stars sounds really, um, interesting.

After apprehending the New Yorker who constructed Molotov cocktails out of Starbucks Frappucino bottles and used them to attack Hindu and Muslim places of worship, a bodega, and a priate residence yesterday, the NYPD extracted a confession from the Frap-otov bomber. He's not a huge bigot, just a minor one with a really strong sense of vengeance, the New York Post reports:

Time-traveling Slate essayist Katie Roiphe is back from 2005 with another crazy article about "the information superhighway." This one—a real scorcher!—is about how she will never get off the internet, ever, no matter how many of her friends beg her.

On tonight's Colbert Report, Stephen Colbert paid homage to the late great Paul the Octopus and introduced his own invertebrate prognosticator, an incredible snail by the name of Megyn Shelly. Amazingly, she was right on the money: she chose no one.