Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau journeyed south to Washington, D.C., to add some much-needed handsome magic to theWhite House for the day.

The two unlikely world leaders (one is named "Justin," and the other is named "Donald Trump") met to discuss their nations' friendship, and for JT to beat DT and his own weird handshake game.

Things got even more real when the men ventured into the Oval Office, and Trudeau delivered a priceless face that represented the feelings of the world and launched a million memes.

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Dr. Pimple Popper is at it again. This time she's tackling a particularly tricky epidermoid cyst located on her patient's cheek. (The cheek on his FACE. Get your mind out of the gutter.) The cyst was so difficult to pop, in fact, that Dr. Pimple Popper titled the video "ONE. Tough. Cyst-uation."

She's an expert pimple popper and a pun master. Is there anything she can't do?

Pro-tip: Don't watch this while you're eating lunch. Learned that the hard way.

This dude who tried to crack an 80-foot long homemade whip is cracking up the entire internet.

Bryan Ropar of the YouTube channel "Bryan Ropar's World of Science and Engineering" constructed the oversized whip,​​ but his invention totally backfired on him when it came time to cracking the massive thing. You're going to want to watch this video with the volume on, folks.

That's okay, Bryan. We all "muscle it way too hard" from time to time.

Commenters quickly pointed out that Ropar is pretty much a physical and vocal doppelgänger for Kip from the 2004 cult movie Napoleon Dynamite. And let's be honest, Kip would totally make his own 80-foot whip, too.

Making giant whips is the only thing cooler than sitting home and chatting online with babes all day.

74-year-old "horse's ass" Leslie Ray Charping died in Galveston, Texas on January 30, leaving behind two of the most disgruntled children the world has ever seen. They penned an obituary for their father, a Navy veteran, that was published on the Carnes Funeral Home website. Since then, it has gone massively viral, to the point where it crashed the site and had to be removed. Once you read it, you'll understand why.

Here's the full obit:

Leslie Ray "Popeye" Charping was born in Galveston on November 20, 1942 and passed away January 30, 2017, which was 29 years longer than expected and much longer than he deserved. Leslie battled with cancer in his latter years and lost his battle, ultimately due to being the horses ass he was known for. He leaves behind 2 relieved children; a son Leslie Roy Charping and daughter, Shiela Smith along with six grandchildren and countless other victims including an ex wife, relatives, friends, neighbors, doctors, nurses and random strangers.

At a young age. Leslie quickly became a model example of bad parenting combined with mental illness and a complete commitment to drinking, drugs, womanizing and being generally offensive. Leslie enlisted to serve in the Navy, but not so much in a brave & patriotic way but more as part of a plea deal to escape sentencing on criminal charges. While enlisted, Leslie was the Navy boxing champion and went on to sufficiently embarrass his family and country by spending the remainder of his service in the Balboa Mental Health Hospital receiving much needed mental healthcare services.

Leslie was surprisingly intelligent, however he lacked ambition and motivation to do anything more than being reckless, wasteful, squandering the family savings and fantasizing about get rich quick schemes. Leslie's hobbies included being abusive to his family, expediting trips to heaven for the beloved family pets and fishing, which he was less skilled with than the previously mentioned. Leslie's life served no other obvious purpose, he did not contribute to society or serve his community and he possessed no redeeming qualities besides quid witted sarcasm which was amusing during his sober days.

With Leslie's passing he will be missed only for what he rimer did; being a loving husband, father and good friend. No services will be held, there will be no prayers for eternal peace and no apologies to the family he tortured. Leslie's remains will be cremated and kept in the barn until "Ray", the family donkey's wood shavings run out. Leslie's passing proves that evil does in fact die and hopefully marks a time of healing and safety for all.

A screenshot of the obituary was saved and published by KHOU News. It's also been covered by publications including The Houston Chronicle, which did some digging and found Charping's police record.

That record seems to confirm all of his children's accusations. He was first arrested in 1979 for assault, and pleaded guilty. He also pleaded guilty in 2008 after he poured hot liquid on his then-wife of 40 years. A year later, he violated her restraining order by calling a different family member and threatening to kill her. He pleaded guilty to that one too.

As Charping's obit has gone viral, the reaction on the internet has been decidedly mixed. Some support his kids, considering the obituary to be an important cathartic rejection of the man who subjected them to a lifetime of abuse. Others feel that they went too far, and should have kept their grievances within the family. In response, Charping's daughter released a statement to ABC 13 Eyewitness News. If anything, it's even more brutal than the obituary itself.

I wrote my father's obituary. I loved my father because he was my father and his passing would not have been any less difficult had he been a good father. As someone that 'hated a liar', I believe even he would have appreciated the honesty. I apologize to anyone that my father hurt and I felt it would have been offensive to portray him as anything other than who he was. This obituary was intended to help bring closure because not talking about domestic violence doesn't make it go away!

Thank you to those that have offered sincere condolences, understanding and prayers for our family, your words bring comfort. I am happy for those that simply do not understand, this means you had good parent(s) -- please treasure what you have.

Although I appreciate everyone's concern, it would have been much more appreciated at any time during my childhood. For those being cruel, please remember that you now resemble my father and I would be more than happy to pen your obituary as well.

The world may not miss Leslie Ray Charping, but at least he left behind a couple of kids who know how to stand up to a bully.

Piers Morgan has gone too far. The British TV host, known provocateur and Trump-defender has once again taken aim at America's Jesus: Beyoncé.

You'd think anyone who wanted to talk trash about Queen Bey for whatever sick reason would at least have the decency to whisper it in the privacy of their own home. But nope.

Piers Morgan took to Twitter last night to share with the world that he just "didn't feel" Beyonce's Grammys performance.

He claimed her legendary performance, which she carried out flawlessly while also growing two people in her body, was "heavier on the narcissism than the music."

Fortunately, Bey's army was ready to come to the Queen's defense with a barrage of insults to put Morgan in his place:

We should hardly be surprised Piers Morgan is shading Beyoncé. This is the same guy who recently argued there should be a "men's march" and defended Trump on Real Time with Bill Maher, claiming "there is no Muslim ban" (Australian comedian Jim Jefferies then told him to "fuck off").

Meanwhile, in Beyoncé-land:

Bey DGAF what Piers Morgan has to say about anything, and neither should we.

Everyone has at least a few things in their home they wouldn't want anyone to find but, no matter how well you hide your stuff, once you've died someone's going to find it. Here are the 7 weirdest stories people shared on Quora of all the stuff they found in their parents homes after they passed on.

1. Cardinal Robbins found her dad's solution to his drinking problem.

Liquor bottles. Probably at least 300 of them if not more, hidden in the walls, because my mother had begun remodeling my father’s house and he was a hardcore alcoholic. Most of the bottles’ labels had deteriorated, but they were almost all identical in shape and size. Once he switched to drinking a fifth of Jim Beam (and a six-pack of Schlitz) per day, he found a different way to dispose of the bottles.

2. Katelyn Robertson found that her grandpa was not the straight laced man she thought he was.

My grandfather was a straight laced, proper gentleman, which is why we were so surprised when we found:

• A huge stack of 70’s dirty magazines.
• A dick cozy. Not sure why, probably a gag gift from my nan. (hopefully)
• Guns, including a handgun and two rifles. We assume he inherited them from his father, as he was not a hunter, army man or gun nut.
• In nearly every single pocket of his clothes in his closet and dresser, there was weed. Little baggies of weed, varying ages. Some were decades old, some recent. 30–40 baggies full of it.
• In one room, there was a dresser that just had stacks and stacks of money. Big wads of 100’s of dollars worth, all in a row.

3. Melanie Knotter found evidence that her mother had been planning her death for a long time.

My first ever cellphone. Same goes for my brother.

Her bed was placed in the living room, alongside the window. She had bought gifts for me and my brother and they were spread out neatly. One half contained gifts for me, the other ones were for my brother.

There were two envelopes. Those envelopes had cards in them. On the inside, her last message to us.

The phone was one of those gifts. My brother got the same one. Our prepaid cards were loaded with €10, as stated in the suicide cards.

Prepaid money only lasts you so long. SIM-cards last you longer. Both were expired because they had been inactive for too long.

That’s how long she had been planning her suicide.

4. Ann Silberman learned her dad never liked to be too far from his "pills."

I don't know how strange this is, but my dad had bottles of stuff to help him achieve an erection all over the house, in drawers everywhere: living room, kitchen, bathroom and naturally, bedroom. (No condoms though.) The products weren't Viagra, they were herbal products. My dad was in his 80s and died of a stroke so I'm glad he stuck to herbs rather than Viagra, we may have lost him sooner. The strange part (for me) wasn't the product, just the locations and how much. It was like he never wanted to be more than a couple feet away from it. :)

5. Judy Riley's brother made a find that led him to a whole new career.

Not me and not my parent’s house. My brother and his friend were paid to clean out the house of an elderly man in our town when he died. They were told there was little of value left and they could keep anything they could find. As expected, there wasn’t much in the house, a few old baseball cards and an antique chair the grandson of the man didn’t want. Then they started on the attic, which the grandson had obviously never entered. behind the usual boxes of christmas ornaments and photo albums , they found an old cradle that when they had it appraised was worth close to $1000 back in the early 1970s and an unlocked safe containing money, money from the early 1900s to the present day and gold and silver. in total worth nearly $30,000 face value but because it was in really good shape and was uncirculated for 50 years was worth far more.Doing the right thing the two teenagers called the grandson and told him about it. He didn’t care, told them he didn’t want anything else to do with his grandfather to burn it if they wanted.

Well, they did not burn it, but kept the coins and donated the gold, silver, and paper money to a local charity that helped people rebuild after fire, mostly because both mothers forced them to donate it to a charity. Apparently, that money when traded in, was enough to build two new houses for people who had lost everything and which both my brother and his friend worked on, and is now why my brother is a very expensive finishing carpenter for the rich and famous in Alberta

6. Adrienne Dawn Lawrence learned the sad truth about her pathologically lying father.

Love letters from several different women.

My father was a Catholic priest who never left the vocation and who worked as a professor at a Catholic university. He had a brief intellectual relationship (never romantic, but occasional sex…obviously) with my mother, a student in one of his classes. He was in his mid-fifties when I was born and had romantic relationships with at least half a dozen women since his 20s. However, around the time I was born in the late 1970s, all the relationships stopped and so did the love letters. I knew he was a priest (though no one in his life knew about me until he died) but never realized just how many women he had possibly been with until I found the letters in an old trunk.

They made for sad reading, but helped tell me a little more about him. He was a complicated man who never told anyone fully about himself (typical of narcissistic, pathological liars). I think he may have even cared about one woman in particular. Her letters spanned the most number of years and they traveled together at least once, on a trip to Mexico. Her tone was the most personal since she had a nickname for him. Her letters were the latest in the stack and stopped shortly before I was born.

7. And finally, Ian Halliday, who found her mother's biggest secret.

My late mother had a great many odd things left behind, but one of the strangest was her parents’ (my grandparents’) marriage certificate.

She had always held her parents up as truly virtuous, and had plenty of less than favourable words to say about those who had babies before they were married. Yet there it was in black and white: her parents were married in May 1926 and not in May 1925 as she had always insisted. She went to her grave either in ignorance or denial. Her birthday was in October 1926.

Prime Minister Justin "I am a feminist. I am proud to be a feminist." Trudeau met President Donald "Putting a wife to work is a very dangerous thing" Trump at the White House. As he does when meeting foreign dignitaries, President Trump was preparing to assert his authority via handshake, and Prime Minister Trudeau took a moment to ready himself for the powerful display of masculine strength. His face launched some great tweets, and with every great meme, comes to Reddit Photoshop Battle.

Here are the best pics.

1. Edited for accuracy.

2. Here's a message from the real President of the United States.

3. "Want to see a magic trick?"

4. Grab them by the...

5. As seen on South Park.

6. Donut go there.

7. Rock, paper, scissors?

8. "Take the red pill..."

9. "What do you think? Should we do it?

10. "Kali Ma Shakti de!"

Beyoncé essentially broke the internet's brain with her pregnancy announcement earlier this month.

Since then, a lot of people have taken it upon themselves to recreate the lavish photo. A lot of people, and this dog.

This is Gwen. Gwen is a chihuahua who is pregnant with twin puppies. Her owner decided to give her some Beyoncé-inspired maternity photos, and oh my goodness, they are adorable.

Gwen's owner, Geovanna told Mashable that she's known about her dog's pregnancy for a while but wasn't sure how to announce it.

"I didn't know how," she said, "but when I saw Beyoncé announce hers it was the perfect fit since my dog is having twins as well."

Just look at this adorable, flawless angel.

Geovanna says Gwen's puppies are due to be born the 14th or 15th of February. We're sure she'll make a great dog mom.

Gender is a social construct, so it shouldn't really matter if someone pops out a boy or a girl because they popped out an individual and that's what counts.

Still, it can be fun to find out a baby's gender. It lets you imagine them as a real person instead of just a little blob of cells.

So that's why it's exciting to find out the genders of the world's #2 couple expecting twins, Amal and George Clooney (Bey and Jay are #1 according to my unofficial ranking of famous expectant couples, but it was a close race).

George's extremely eager mom spilled the beans in an interview with Radar, saying:

It will be one of each! Yes, a boy and a girl. That’s what I’ve been told. How marvelous! My husband and I are extremely excited.

A boy AND a girl?? What are the odds?? (One out of three)

George might be having a talk with his mom this week about keeping her damn mouth shut practicing discretion with regard to the press. Because she kind of ruined the gender(s) reveal.

But oh well! Confetti is bad for the environment anyway.

Congrats to the happy couple and their future babies, who are inevitably going to be adorable whether they were male, female or somewhere in between.

Moby—yes, that Moby—released a very strange Facebook update today from his professional Facebook account. What do I mean by strange? Well, for one the post was completely unrelated to his music, and it was highly political, with vague undertones of your conspiracy theorist uncle's rhetoric, even though it truly didn't say anything groundbreaking. Honestly, I think he thinks he's a spy. Let's unpack this update paragraph by paragraph, shall we?

after spending the weekend talking to friends who work in dc i can safely(well, 'accurately'...) post the following things:

Wow. That lede promises some pretty big scoops. I can only assume the corrective, "well, 'accurately'...," is meant to imply that Moby doesn't believe he's safe, and that by posting his intel he's putting himself at risk. It's a risky job being a journalist, but somebody (apparently Moby) has gotta do it. Moving on:

1-the russian dossier on trump is real. 100% real. he's being blackmailed by the russian government, not just for being peed on by russian hookers, but for much more nefarious things.

100%, my dudes. Item two:

2-the trump administration is in collusion with the russian government, and has been since day one.

Well, yes. We've all watched the SNL sketches, right? But wait, there's more:

3-the trump administration needs a war, most likely with iran. at present they are putting u.s warships off the coast of iran in the hope that iran will attack one of the ships and give the u.s a pretense for invasion.

This is actually news to me! I can't find corroboration of this online, though there is a U.S. Navy mission destroyer off the coast of Yemen, according to CBS News. And to round it out:

4-there are right wing plans to get rid of trump. he's a drain on their fundraising and their approval ratings, and the gop and koch
brothers and other u.s right wing groups are planning to get rid of trump.

5-intelligence agencies around the world, and here in the u.s, are horrified by the incompetence of the trump administration, and are
working to present information that will lead to high level firings and, ultimately, impeachment.

I find none of the above shocking. The Trump Administration approval rating reached a new low today, according to a poll from Gallup. And everyone who plans to go on vacation in the next four years is already building out a convincing Canadian back story because of how horribly Trump's international diplomacy has gone. We know he's dumb. But my favorite part is how Moby closes out his Facebook update:

i'm writing these things so that when/if these things happen there will be a public record beforehand.

these are truly baffling and horrifying times, as we have an incompetent president who is essentially owned by a foreign power.

-moby

I can't wait for the day when, amidst the horrifying throes of whatever disaster we get ourselves into (massive floods caused by global warming, nuclear warfare, return of smallpox, etc.), Moby gets to remind us that he made a Facebook status saying that Trump is bad. Thank god for this public record.

ICYMI: Chrissy Teigen, everyone's imaginary best friend, got wasted at the Grammys last night. Because the supermodel knows how to let loose.

But one thing she couldn't let loose after the awards show was her jewelry. Because she was too drunk—a problem that most women who have hit the bottle a little too hard can relate to.

Lucky for her, she has a husband who is not only mega-famous and a babe, but super-nice and helpful (and seemingly sober) in times of trouble. John Legend came to her rescue and lucky for us, she Snapchatted the whole thing:

This is #relationshipgoals, for sure. Because who doesn't want to get wasted at an awards show and then have their hot, doting husband help them take their jewelry off?? Most of us just end up sleeping with it on and wake up with weird marks on our neck and face.

This isn't to say Teigen isn't feeling the consequences of her night. It seems her morning was pretty rough.

But she brushed it off.

And did some reminiscing about last night.

She seems to have made quite the impression on at least this guy:

Chrissy, I hope your hangover has subsided. We need you in good health so you can continue to fill our lives with joy and FOMO.

HUGE NEWS for fans of ABC's The Bachelor: the insanely popular show is about to get its first black Bachelorette, according to various reports. The news was first broken by Reality Steve, whose predictions about the reality franchise have been overwhelmingly true. And a "source close to the situation" confirmed the reports, according to the Hollywood Reporter.

Usually the show doesn't announce the next season's bachelor/bachelorette until the end of the season, but Reality Steve claims the announcement will be made on Jimmy Kimmel Live! Tonight!

And the next Bachelorette will be—DRUM ROLL PLEASE—Rachel Lindsay. You may know her as the gorgeous, smart and funny Texas attorney who is a current contestant on Nick Viall's season.

I was rooting for her to win Nick's heart. BUT I'd settle for her being the Bachelorette. Because it's not about me, it's about what makes her happy (and also what is entertaining to America).

Plus, it's about damn time the show cast a black lead. In the 33 combined seasons of the show, there have been a number of non-white contestants but not a single black bachelor or bachelorette. That's not very romantic if you ask me.

Sure, it's just reality TV. But reality television influences American culture to a yuuuuuge degree (just look at our president). So this is progress.

If white people can choose the person they want to marry from 25 single people trying desperately to impress them on national television, people of color should have the same opportunity. That's equality.

I'm still bummed about Nick and Rachel though. As long as he doesn't pick Corinne. Because if he does, then America is truly doomed.

You know what they say, the night time is the right to...celebrate your female friendships, GIRL!!! And thank goodness there's still about three hours left of Galentine's Day, because that means you've got plenty of time to throw on Lin-Manuel Miranda's playlist, specially crafted for the holiday designed for women to celebrate each other, in all their queendom.

"All Ladies," he says. Because Lin is a freaking feminist, and because honestly, if he had put a single song by a man on that playlist, he would have been immediately torn to shreds by the internet. What I love about Lin is that he still makes playlists with the enthusiasm of a 16 year-old me, trying to impress a teen boy who probably thought I was weird for liking Belle and Sebastian and that I didn't listen to enough Brand New. Lin is a little bit square, entirely well-meaning and hopelessly hopeful (all descriptors also apply to teen me).

I'd like to imagine that if this Spotify playlist were being crafted by Lin in the late aughts, that it would come in the form of a CD covered in Sharpie'd illustrations, kept safe in a neon-colored jewel case. And yes, I imagine that he would have painstakingly cut out a square piece of paper to fit within the clasps jewel case and carefully written down the tracks in his scribbly boy handwriting. Lin would have cared about the order of the songs because he wanted the mix to be an "experience, you know?" Something that starts in one place and by the time it ends, it's transformed into something entirely different.

This playlist includes such tracks as "Dog Days Are Over" by Florence + The Machine and "On The Radio" by Regina Spektor, which makes me wonder if Lin has been listening to the same "Saturday morning happy place" Pandora playlist since 2009, and yet, I only find it more endearing. I love that someone who will never be textbook cool wrote Hamilton, which is an entirely different, better kind of cool that makes the textbook cool people wish they ever cared about something that much. And so my wish to you, fellow ladies, is that on this Galentine's Day evening you channel your inner Lin, throw on his playlist and revel in how great it feels to have other lady friends who support you, and would probably make mix CDs if that were still a thing, but just group text you too much instead.

After one incredibly long year without a single nude image gracing the pages of Playboy, the bare-all images have made their glorious return, EWreports. It feels like just yesterday I was picking up--oh wait, record scratch--I have literally never picked up a copy of Playboy and had no idea they stopped publishing nude photographs because I long-ago wrote off the publication as a sexist rag that ashamed men read while taking a poop. But, with the March/April issue that hit racks on Monday they are apparently back, complete with a cover line that reminds us of our animal roots: "Naked is normal."

In 2015, the magazine stopped using nude photography as an attempt to shake the sexist connotations that had become less tolerable (thank god) in the current era, in which you can't throw an #ImWithHer mug without hitting a "The Future Is Female" t-shirt. But the truth is that the nude photographs weren't the issue, and that the systemic sexism deeply ingrained into the institution of Playboy is a problem a quick image swap can't fix.

"I’ll be the first to admit that the way in which the magazine portrayed nudity was dated," said COO Cooper Hefner, son of the dynasty's founder Hugh, "but removing it entirely was a mistake."

Why was nudity a mistake? According to EW, when Playboy's website cut nudity in 2014 it led to a dramatic increase in traffic, which is why the print magazine followed suit; it seemed passé to keep peddling nudies in a world where the internet exists. But Hefner disagrees. "Nudity was never the problem because nudity isn’t a problem," he said. Whoa, revolutionary. That's like some Garden of Eden before Eve took a bite out of the apple shit.

He continued, "today we’re taking our identity back and reclaiming who we are." What an identity to reclaim! It's a big day for boobs and butts everywhere. God bless and goodnight.