On the TV show Seinfeld, no one ever hangs out at Kramer's place, or George's place, or Elaine's—it's always Jerry's apartment or Monk's Café. Setting aside the weirdness of constantly eating at the same diner while living in the best city for food in America, why Jerry's? Reddit user hotdoggystyle has an answer.

He writes:

As a somewhat successful comedian, Jerry is constantly on the road touring, appearing on various late night talk shows, and is more than likely out of town for weeks at a time. His closest friends know his schedule, so when he's in town they know exactly where to find him and don't mind popping in because they haven't seen him for some time.

This explains why they all seem to have relationships with a different person each week, why they're all constantly having to catch up with each other to discuss their various personal issues, and why everyone is always going out of their way to visit Jerry at his apartment.

So there are gaps of several weeks between each episode. George must have been engaged to Susan for years before she was killed off. (Spoiler alert for a 20-year-old show!) 

Of course, the real reason is just probably just the limited budget of a multi-camera sitcom.

George Zimmerman continues to milk his infamous shooting of an unarmed teen for all the publicity it's worth, and now he's squeezed that rock so hard money actually came out.

After trolls like "Racist McShootface" and "Weedlord Bonerhitler" caused the auction for the gun that killed Trayvon Martin to close early, the United Gun Group (ugg) has finally managed to keep it open long enough for the firearm to sell. It went at the shameful sum of over $120,000, according to TMZ.

Not that $120,000 is a specifically shameful number, but anything above zero seems too much for the weapon that killed a kid and brought George Zimmerman into the public consciousness.

Apparently a verification system is to thank (blame) for keeping the auction unmolested by fake users, and in the end only seven people ended up biding. Zimmerman still must approve of the sale before it's final. Hopefully, this is the last you'll ever hear of him, but he's probably 2020's big political star to watch.

A new trailer for the (all-female) Ghostbusters remake was unleashed unto the Internet on Tuesday. It may not have been the best trailer ever, it was definitely better than the first one (see at bottom). This affront whipped insecure men into a panicked frenzy as they tried desperately to blame their unreasonable hatred of the (all-female) movie on anything but misogyny.

That flailing included a six-and-a-half minute "announcement" from a movie critic with 2 million YouTube subscribers that he would neither see nor review the film, because no reviewer has ever had to sit through a movie he or she didn't enjoy—only great ones. To be fair, the Angry Video Game Nerd (as he's known) has taken this firm stance for every single movie reboo—oh, wait, no, he hasn't. Just this (all-female) one.

At the very least, all these man-babies whining about the sanctity of the original Ghostbusters and how the reason they're mad is DEFINITELY NOT MISOGYNY is providing funny people with a lot of material for jokes.

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Here's the new trailer, by the way, if you want to see what all the uproar is about. But BE WARNED: some men may have very strong negative reactions to it. Although just know that it's definitely NOT BECAUSE IT'S ALL-WOMEN.

The O.J. Simpson verdict was one of the most-watched television events in history. Around 150 million people, that's 57% of the country, stopped everything they were doing at 10 am to watch what many believed to be a guilty man be declared free to go.

Every part of the verdict was shocking, not the least of which was when O.J. leaned in to whisper to his council Robert Shapiro.

Shapiro has never revealed what Simpson said in those first moments after the acquittal, until talking with FOX's Megyn Kelly Tuesday night.  

As Shapiro told Kelly, O.J.'s first words after being found not guilty were, "You had told me this would be the result from the beginning. You were right."

If you take a look at Shapiro's reaction to O.J., he immediately checks the camera, terrified that someone might have heard. It's like he thought he'd been caught. 

When Kelly asked if he really believed Simpson was innocent, he gave what seems like resounding lawyer-speak for "no."

"As far as moral justice," he told Kelly, "I haven't discussed it with anyone, including my wife."

Yeah, you can't unburden yourself about how you probably got a double murderer off; it could really cause a rift in your marriage. Best to never speak of it again. Or until you're back on the news; whichever comes first.

You know how women are always saying, "Man, I wish a startup would climb inside my vagina?" Well finally, one is: my.Flow, the Bluetooth-enabled tampon, is here to bring startup culture to your vaginal canal. The idea is that my.Flow helps you avoid messy situations by sending you text updates on how full your tampon is and when you should change it. 

Technically, the tampon itself isn't Bluetooth-enabled. The only thing that's weird innovative about the actual tampon is that it has a super-long string that hooks directly into a "flow monitor." (It's sort of like when you make a telephone out of two cans and a string as a kid, except one of the cans is in your vajay.) Then, you walk around with the tampon-connected flow monitor on your waistband or underwear, which will surely look really cool next to the belt-mounted cellphone holster you already wear (Siri, take a note: lock down patent on duo cellphone/my.Flow holster). 

When it's not on your pants, my.Flow lives on your keychain, because as the old saying goes, "Keep your friends close, but your period monitor closer."

Here's the company's video, which has a super awkward start with a record scratch and then a dude asking, "Wait, what? How did she know how full her tampon is?" because nothing puts ladies in the mood to learn about new menstrual products like cheesy video effects and men talking. (That said, this company is co-run by a man and a woman, which is much better gender equality that most start ups.)

The app does track your period, which is cool. It gives you month-to-month stats on duration, heaviness of your flow, etc. But is it necessary? Somehow, miraculously, women have managed their periods without Bluetooth hooked up to their bits for thousands of years. And many accidents don't come from not knowing when to change your tampon, but rather from things like getting your period earlier than expected. So, my.Flow, here's the real question: how can you get Bluetooth all the way up into the uterus?

Earlier this week, the Angry Video Game Nerd (or "James Rolfe" if you're a stickler for the original version of things) announced that he would not be seeing the new Ghostbusters movie, nor would he review it. Patton Oswalt teased him for being a movie reviewer who slams movies without seeing them, and now the part of the Internet made up of angry men with no social skills is all pissed off. Y'know, more than they are every single day.

You might be thinking to yourself, "But I thought all the angry video game nerds already announced their boycott months ago when they threw a tantrum over the all-female remake and bad trailer." Yes. Yes, they did. But then a new trailer came out (which was a little better), and the sensitive crybaby brigade started up again. Literally nothing here is new, but that didn't stop Rolfe from uploading a six-and-a-half-minute announcement that he would not be watching a movie, complete with the smuggest excerpt image in the history of YouTube:

The video's content is entirely captured by the title, "Ghostbusters 2016. No Review. I Refuse." Which he could have just read aloud and saved everyone six minutes. He's pretty calm throughout, although he does also take part in concern trolling about Leslie Jones' character (which she says is based on herself), and states that Harold Ramis is "lucky" to be dead because he won't see this. If you already hated the idea of women being ghostbusters, this video is vindication from a respected Internet critic and nerd authority. But then Patton Oswalt weighed in.

Oswalt didn't call Rolfe a misogynist, he didn't call him a loser, he didn't even choose to make fun of how Rolfe makes it sound like skipping a movie requires the bravery of assaulting a fortified position. He just made fun of his weird throat noises. Fair play.

Oh, Oswalt's actually just criticizing Rolfe for being a movie critic who preemptively boycotts movies.

Oswalt even ceded that his beef isn't with Rolfe per se, but rather this whole war on Ghostbusters that ostensibly started over a bad trailer, but really started as soon as the cast was announced.

Naturally, Rolfe's supporters, who seem to be mostly GamerGate/Trump/Alt-Right types, responded by teasing Patton Oswalt about his own fair game topic: Oswalt's very recently deceased wife Michelle McNamara. For example, this guy with a stylized, short-fingered Trump as his avatar:

This GamerGater:

This #MAGA account with more hilarious "trigger" jokes in its profile (a very common theme among these men who are obsessed with one movie nobody is making them see):

Your standard neo-nazi troll:

And another Alt-Right GamerGate loser:

What these all have in common is a surprisingly high number of favs and retweets from brigading allies. The people who really care that this movie is being made generally all share the same forums, and they've been really good at rallying behind this cause. You don't get the most-disliked trailer of all time just by word of mouth. They are invested in this fight.

People don't go to see movies all the time, but you know what they don't usually do? Attack anyone who isn't vehemently angry and play false victim when they get called out on their bizarre fixation on the only remake that happens to be all women. But, for some reason (women), getting everyone to not see this particular movie is the hill these dudes are determined to die on.

So, the nerds are divided. Oswalt thinks nerds should save their vehement rants for things they've already seen, and others think that Oswalt is an SJW feminazi slave. This is our world now. Hooray.

Many kids on the verge of teenagerdom, if pranked with a car that suddenly started driving itself, might assume some sort of young adult novel was about to begin with them as the protagonist. Not this kid, though, who pleads with the car to stop what it's doing before cynically concluding that "Dad's gonna kill me" because no one will believe his tale of the self-driving car. Well, guess what, kid! Teslas have a function where you can press a button to make the car slowly exit the garage and approach the owner. Dad will believe you, because Dad's already laughing at you.

There's a lot of mysterious things going on in this video, but two things are for sure: it contains not one but two (2) wolf cubs, and they very adorably try to learn to howl by mimicking their adoptive human caretaker. That man's name is Sergey Pashkovskiy, according to The Daily Mail, and he's a "wolf breeder" living in Chelyabinsk, Russia (the city where that meteor exploded a few years ago). There are still a lot of unanswered questions, but first, just enjoy this for what it is.

A lot of people have wondered how these wolf pups, both of which are apparently Canadian wolves, got separated from their mother to end up with Mr. Pashkovskiy. While the filtering of information from Russia through British tabloids to the American Internet means this question is still up in the air, Mr. Pashkovskiy certainly seems invested in these wolves and is willing to identify himself as a "wolf breeder," so hopefully everything is above-board. It's definitely cute, though.

If you want to get anywhere in life, you’ve got to get an internship. After competing with hundreds of other adult babies with your exact resume, you’ll get to fetch coffee for people in your field of study. And you won’t get paid! And that's normal. That's the baseline for an internship; these former interns on reddit had experiences that were even worse. Way worse.

1. The fact that a “lamp store” needed an intern in the first place should’ve clued in warpus.

I was an intern at a lamp store and I worked there for like 2 months and didn't see a single fucking lamp. I later found out that the whole thing was a front for some sort of an illegal cattle transportation setup and got busted shortly after I got fired.

2. Here is a very sad, very spot-on definition of irony, from unchartered12

Was an unpaid intern for a politician last year. I got to edit a letter to a constituent advising them not to vote for the other party because they were corrupt and hired unpaid interns.

3. While many internships don’t let the interns do much, GisingGising was an intern for a dentist, where the pendulum swung way too far in the other way.

In my home country, high school students are required to complete "work experience" as part of their studies around the age of 16. I chose a dentist and was allowed to pull one of several teeth that came out of an elderly man's mouth. It was just like you would imagine pulling a carrot out of soil feels like. All his teeth were rotten and he was in for a full set of dentures. Even now, over 15 years later I am still amused that they let me do it. I am sure the patient would not feel the same way, if he'd known.

4. Spending all that time on Wikipedia prepared TheKingofBananas for a career in research.

Had to write an entire wikipedia article on one of the higher ups that worked there. They made me squeeze out 2000 words on the guy. There's a reason he didn't have one already. There's not much to write.

Freshman year of high school I interned at a genetics lab. I had to put some lab rats into a container, attach a tube to the container, and flick a switch. Then I realized I was killing "rejected" rats by poisoning them with CO.

6. User eDgAR had to show up for his dental internship everyday at tooth-hurty. Thank you, thank you, drive safe, tip your waitress.

I had an unpaid internship at a small dental marketing agency as a copywriter. One of things they had me do sometimes was to create various Yelp accounts and leave reviews on the listing for some of their clients. To make the accounts seem like actual people who reviewed stuff, they also had me leave reviews on random other business in the area. Usually I would just leave positive reviews on a local McDonald's or Target that were really generic. I hated having to do it because it seemed so unethical, but I was fresh out of college and needed the experience to put on my resume.

7. Removing dead gecko carcasses at 704t’s company is a task reserved for senior officials.

Once a month, I had to go around the lab to check the sticky traps for bugs and other critters. I'd identify, count, and record them. There was a dead gecko carcass but we couldn't remove it for a while.

8. User manapan interned for only the most important research trials that involved fake rubber hands.

As an unpaid research assistant I once had to run trials to see if we could convince people that the fake, rubber hand they were looking at was their own hand. Yes. Yes we can.

9. At least Ninjashuffler can put down “un-electrocutable” under “skills” on their resume

Wade through swampy Oregonian wetlands to implant a metal stake into the ground so we could check how well a transmission tower was grounded.

11. A demanding, old author guy obsessed with baseball? It sounds like getElephantById worked for…every single old author guy in the history of American literature.

I interned for a fairly well-known author who had me do research for him. I would go to the library and photocopy sections of books, look up old articles on microfiche, contact publishers, editors, agents, and so on, whatever it took. Anything, no matter how vague or obscure, was fair game.

It was actually a pretty fun job, but I had a white whale. He wanted to read this old poem about baseball that he'd heard on the radio a long time ago, during a show where they invited on local poets to read their poems. He had a wispy notion of what it was about, but he remembered one line fairly clearly, and he remembered the local public radio station he'd heard it read on.

I contacted a dozen different people, read through hundreds of potential baseball poems, spent countless hours on the internet, had piles of books by bedroom publishers delivered to my college library. It took about nine months for me to finally track this poem down for him, but I did, and I showed it to him. He glanced over it once and said, "yeah, I guess it wasn't worth all that effort, was it?"

12. Hats off to you, TRex_N_Truex, even if taking one's hat off does come with a write-up from management.

I was an intern for an airline a while back. The airline required their pilots to wear the pilot hat. Towards the end of the internship I think my boss ran out of ideas and had me sit up in the terminal for 8 hours counting the pilots wearing and not wearing their hats. Then I had to make it into a spread sheet.

13. Working with pills and cats all day is somehow not all it’s cracked up to be, according to msfaraday.

What I did wasn't weird. I uploaded bogus vitamin supplements onto amazon. What was weird was I sat in a woman's basement doing it on an old computer while she constantly tried to get me to take random pills. I constantly refused but kept coming back for like two months. Not sure who was the bigger idiot. She also had a cat the size of a large dog.

14. StephenHawking69 interned at Maury. Frankly, it sounds amazing.

I interned at the Maury Show and I used to have to go and purchase wigs for way more guests than you'd imagine. Also, I had to go buy out Target's stock of a specific prepaid Tracfone every week because guests rarely had a cell phone. This was in 2012.

15. Chocolate ice cream was never quite the same for krizalid70559.

I was working at a pharmaceutical company as a intern lab tech, and one day my manager told me to clean out the human samples freezer. I had to throw out a large amount of human fecal samples in jars. It was summer then, so by the time the shit samples are all out they already started to "melt". One would think since the shit samples are in plastic jar it's not a big deal - by the time I was done my lab coat was fucking brown.

16. User wasinternnowlawyer had an internship that prepared them for life by being so awful that they’ll never, ever complain about a job again.

Many years ago as a law student my major unpaid internship task was related to classifying child porn images on a seized computer for an upcoming court case. Number of pics was well over 20,000 and I had to look at every single one long enough to put it into the correct category.

Beloved SNL alum Andy Samberg returned home to Studio 8H on May 21 to share a sexy, sordid song about doin' it like Seal Team 69. As his alter ego Conner4Real (from his upcoming movie Popstar: Never Stop Stopping), Samberg's new hit single 'Finest Girl' features Vanessa Bayer and her very specific fetish. Together, the two get real (Abotta)bad in one of the weirdest sexual metaphors to ever be turned into music. You will think about this the next time you get a booty call, aka actionable intelligence to go get bin Laden. Sometimes sexy time is a patriotic duty. 

Warning: after watching it, you'll can't help but sing "f*ck bin Laden" for the rest of the day. It's a sketch that you'll never forget.

Saturday Night Live's finale was hosted by alum Fred Armisen on May 21, and brought with him a number of recently-graduated cast members, including Andy Samberg and the return of legendary straight man Jason Sudeikis. But even Mr. Olivia Wilde couldn't keep it together during this "New Girlfriend" sketch featuring Armisen's character Regine—a pretentious, sensuous woman straight out of Portlandia. Regine comes home to meet Sudeikis' friends (she was seen before dating Christoph Waltz in 2013) and to show off her taste in liqueur and very affectionate Public Displays of Affection. The SNL cast couldn't help but crack the f*ck up. Once Vanessa Bayer broke the seal, they all just couldn't stop giggling.

Watch them lose it, and you will too.

In the midst of an ugly primary, SNL gave us on the May 21st finale a beautiful vision we are unlikely to see IRL: Hillary and Bernie setting aside their differences to share a drink and a dance. Bernie was sitting far behind Hillary, "so far behind [he] could not catch up," before joining her at the bar to reminisce about the race he insists still isn't over. Picking up the tab (or more accurately, Goldman Sachs probably did), Hillz ordered a "beer no one likes but gets the job done," with Bernie opting for the revolutionary, popular new brew.

After running out of jabs, the two waltz around Studio 8H, with surprisingly impressive skill. Larry David's pirouette is pretty, pretty, pretty good. Also, since Saturday Night Live will be in reruns until the fall (when it's pretty, pretty likely that Bernie will be at home in Vermont), this was a goodbye of sorts for Larry David's highly successful year-long cameo and the best character he's ever played not named Larry David.

It was also Hillary's best trip to the bar since she met Val.

It took 27 years* to do it, but someone finally wrote the Dead Poets Society parody the world didn't even know it had been waiting for with "Farewell, Mr. Bunting." The season finale of Saturday Night Live on May 21 was notable for its grand opening sketch and a scene so hilarious in the moment that the cast kept cracking up, but this short video may have the longest life online. This recreation of the iconic scene where students stand up for their departing mentor is both a dead-on satire, as students are forced to read lines like "The arts in general are for women and homosexuals. When you read a poem, you should never feel... emotion," and something as unexpected and surprising as poetry itself.

*OK, kids: Dead Poet's Society was a 1989 film starring Robin Williams as a boys' boarding school teacher who shows students to love poetry and be rebels and so on, inevitably leading to his dismissal and other tragedies.

There's a major social benefit to the explosion of online zit-popping videos: it's helping people like this extremely charming Mexican gentleman are finally able to get treatment for skin conditions that had caused them great embarrassment. This guy had a large cyst right in the center of his chest, as well as blackheads all over his face—but he never thought he could afford treatment in America. But since online popping videos have become a source of revenue for dermatologists like Dr. Sandra Lee, aka Dr. Pimple Popper, those doctors often offer free service to patients who let their procedures be filmed and uploaded. This guy saw that on Facebook, and thankfully for popping addicts everywhere, he signed up.

So, feel good about yourself after you watch this truly impressive unearthing. You're making the world a better place, one popping video at a time.

When you're young or unemployed enough to spend all your time online, the idea of not understanding the latest meme is offensively hilarious—but inevitably, the real world sucks up more and more of your time and before you know it there's a meme out there you just don't get. If you have been even slightly active online in the past year, that meme was the Crying Jordan Meme. 

That's Bill Murray with the Crying Jordan face photoshopped over it. I picked that because it's actually relatable to basketball and sadness. The sports-related sadness angle of the meme is pretty apparent, but it goes way past that.

The time has come to lift the veil on this meme, and the delightful Behind The Meme webseries did exactly that, including interviews with sports personalities and the man who actually took the photograph. The source is much different than you'd think The video itself is remarkable for explaining what's essentially a massive inside joke while remaining entertaining and informative—which is way harder than mastering a meme.

Forecast calls for giant spiders. West Virginia meteorologist Bryan Hughes got a bit of a shock when a spider crawled across the lens of the camera while he was reading the weather forecast for WOWK 13 News, causing the arachnid to look giant. His reaction, much like yours would be, involved an impressively high pitched scream.

"AHH! Jeez Louise!" he continues after the above video cuts off, managing to keep the program PG even though most would have had some additional words if they thought they saw a spider of that size. He took a moment to regain his composure by saying, "“Why did that just happen? I nearly lost my lunch. Oh man, saints alive, we’ve gotta get out there and kill those things.”

Hughes was a pretty good sport about it, tweeting about the incident later that day.

The weatherman could have caused a lot more panic if he just rolled with the spider's spontaneous on-screen appearance and said, "Yeah, so it would seem that we have a front giant spiders rolling in from the south-west... Make sure you bring your umbrellas and maybe some Raid."