Armie Hammer, an actor who owns a bakery in Texas, has secured the life rights for Edgar Valdez-Villarreal, a former high-school football star from Texas who became a high-ranking member of the Mexican Beltrán-Leyva Cartel, BuzzFeed reports.

Scientists speak: "consuming two handfuls of nuts a day appears to work better than one."

Here's security camera video of an ad agency guy walking into a glass wall, which his agency posted on YouTube, for laffs. 2) Or maybe it's "viral." 3) This constantly happens at the Gawker offices, really. 4) We win? [Adfreak]

Book Claims Pope John Paul II Flagellated Himself Regularly.

Supposedly speaking about the supposedly forthcoming Apple Tablet iPad, Steve Jobs was supposedly overheard saying: "This will be the most important thing I've ever done." Unless it makes snacks or transports people to booty calls, almost, but not quite. [TechCrunch]

So tonight Larry King was just like, "Screw it. We're never going to get Tiger Woods now, so let's just show an interview from 1998." There were some funny parts where it sounded like Tiger was talking about sex!

"The Journal is a wonderful aid to men," this ad says, in real life. [Copyranter at Animal NY]

In the D-Day commemoration ceremony today at Omaha Beach, British Prime Minister's mancrush on President Obama continued unabated, as evidenced by a not-so-slight Freudian Slip in the middle of his speech.

Glaring Omissions sometimes reproduces tips received from readers that weren't covered on Gawker, either by accident (it happens!) or by design (that happens more often).

"Saw Tim Robbins and Susan Sarandon at tonight's performance of 'King Lear' at the Brooklyn Academy of Music. On the way out, overheard her complaining about why Tim hadn't spoken to an usher in advance so they could avoid having to exit with the crowd. She's really a woman of the people. Che would be proud. Ian McKellen was also there. But he was playing Lear."

Neal Ungerleider is really working at his new blog-job at FishbowlNY to make not-friends. Today, he calls out Glamour preggyblogger Christine Coppa, who we think is kind of sweet and brave and smart (for Glamour—so basically we are saying that she is the one tard in the halfway house who is allowed to use a real butterknife), for spelling a word wrong in an email to his blog. Oh no he di int. ('Di'int?')