Because I know you’re dying to see it, Britney made her return to the stage last night. I’m pretty sure she kept her cooter under wraps. (IDLYITW)
A heartwarming tale about courage, suicide, and the biggest prick in Iowa. Crazy story. (QuizLaw)
Pootie Tang for Congress. (Deus Ex Malcontent)
Eddie Murphy. Hot. In the hot tub. For old time’s sake. (Cityrag)
Dan’s not exactly a fan of the new stand-alone “Veronica Mars” episodes. (Slowly Going Bald)
Imagine one of those awkward silences on “The Office” stretched out into 10 minutes, and you get an idea how great this killer prank is. (Vimeo)
Donnie Darko: silent movie. (College Humor)
I know most of you don’t give a rat’s ass for “AI,” and I don’t blame you. But last night was Bon Jovi night. It was freakin’ surreal. I’d just like to kick Blake in the teeth — you do not jackup, beatbox, and mangle the classic, “You Give Love a Bad Name.” You’ve blaphemized my childhood, you prick. (Evil Beet for the recap) and the blasphemy is after the jump.