Rob Lowe and the stars of 2 Broke Girls played "Password" last night on The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon. I'm not saying they were all drunk, but I am saying that they all appear drunk. That's the only explanation for how bad some were at the game, and how much they all giggled while playing the game on TV. Password was a game show in the 1970s. In the 70s, you were allowed to be as drunk as you wanted on TV. Now you have to hide it, however poorly. 

Here's the clip. Tell me these people aren't drunk:

Vulture asked some women in comedy to weigh in on whether they would be interested in hosting a late-night tv show, if any of them were ever finally asked. The scarcity of female hosts in late-night has been a frequent point of discussion as the latest crop of new hoststake over for long-standing shows. Perhaps the most notable recent public comment was Samantha Bee's response to a Vanity Fair cover featuring only male late-night hosts. There were many enthusiastic responses, both from those that are completely up for it and those that would avoid it like the plague:

Tina Fey and Mindy Kaling answered at the same time, and they're both out.

Mindy notes a known fact about producing a show 4 or 5 days each week:

No, I don’t want to have a talk show. Because it’s really a grind.

And Tina agreed while adding that the grind is similar to government work:

It's like working at a post-office grind. 

Margaret Cho, a veteran comedian and actress, is totally in.

I'd love to be a late-night host. I have the chops and could do every job from the monologue to interviewing guests! I'm even qualified to be a decent musical director for the house band. It's a dream, and I'm determined to make it happen!

Beth Stelling is a fantastic Los Angeles comedian who has appeared on Jimmy Kimmel Live, Conan, and has a half hour Comedy Central special.

Yes. This notion is a recent development for me, perhaps due in part to the conversation of where all the women in late night are, and the recent photo of the current men of late night that went viral. More than that, though, Jimmy Kimmel has been a late-night role model of mine. I find his interviews to be the least ostentatious and most sincere.

Sasheer Zamata is a featured player on Saturday Night Live and an incredibly talented improviser and comedian.

Luckily for us, she's had her eye on hosting for a very long time.

Actually, when I was younger, I really wanted to host my own late-night show. I would practice on my bathroom counter and interview myself in the mirror. Yeah, I think it’s a cool job. It’s a cool institution, so yeah, I would love the opportunity. I do think I would try to bunk the format that is the standard behind-the-desk interview. I’m not exactly sure what I would do. Maybe more of a loose format that’s more interactive with the audience. Maybe more of a town-hall thing, where we all control the show together.

Liza Treyger is a New York-based comedian who has a half-hour special on Comedy Central and just released her first album.

Liza is into some of the late-night conventions, buy would do away with others to refresh a tired format.

I can't imagine anything worse than business outfits and jokes about the news. The first half of late night has never interested me, but interviewing celebs seems like the best. I've always seen myself wanting to be a sillier (uneducated) Barbara Walters. I just want to chat with people, not recite a rundown of current events.

Emily Heller is a comic that has appeared on Conan twice, wrote for the Fox show Surviving Jack, and is a series regular on the TBS comedy Ground Floor.

Emily has a balanced opinion on late-night, and would try it if the right opportunity presented itself.

I'd love to live in a world where I could host a show with my friend Lisa Hanawalt, who is my co-host on the “Baby Geniuses” podcast. Maybe not a traditional late-night talk show. Maybe one where she and I interview people, and then she animates us all as hideous creatures and all our stories get played out visually and you go inside our gross brains, and also there will be cussing, lots of cussing. It will take forever and not be timely at all. Maybe that's not a late-night show. What's a late-night show?"

To see all 26 "yes" answers and 11 "no"s, read the rest of the responses on Vulture. The most encouraging part of these answers is that so many comedians have a vision for doing something different with the late-night format. They also want to harness the best and most unique parts of their comedic voice and personality. Sounds like a winning combination. We're waiting patiently, and hopefully several receive the opportunity.

Justin Lebon proposed to his now-wife Michal using a handmade wooden Monopoly board. He collaborated with his friend Mark Becker, a craftsman with an Etsy storefront. Everything about the board is a reference to their relationship: The spaces represent the places they've been to together, the utilities are the bills they actually pay (Comcast and Pacific Gas and Electric), and the railroads are Westin Hotels they've stayed in. 

Because Monopoly takes forever to play and often makes people yell at each other, Justin rigged the dice so Michal would automatically land on a Chance space on the first roll and pull the "Will you marry me?" card.

She said yes, and after advancing to the Luxury Tax space, she found the ring in the hidden compartment.

This happened in December, but Justin just posted about it on Reddit today.

Hooray for love.

The Santee Sioux Tribe in South Dakota will open the nation's first marijuana resort on its reservation. The Justice Department outlined a new policy in June that allows Indian tribes to grow and sell marijuana under the same conditions as states like Colorado and Washington, where it has been legalized for recreational use. The ruling is similar to the 1987 Supreme Court decision permitting sovereign nation tribes to operate casinos on their land. Tribe leaders plan to grow their own pot and sell it in a smoking lounge that includes a nightclub, arcade games, bar and food service, and eventually, slot machines and an outdoor music venue. Translation: there is (ultimately) going to be a weed casino with bright lights and munchies.

The hope is, of course, that this will provide new revenue streams to the Santee Sioux, and any other tribes that attempt a similar operation. The Santee Sioux hope to use cannabis in the same way that many tribes rely on casino profits — to make money for community services and to provide a monthly income to tribal members. The marijuana resort will support family homes, a senior living community, a clinic, and a community center offering after-school programs.

Times have changed when marijuana profits will fund schools and family services (which taxes on cannabis also do in Colorado and Washington). Interestingly, that means they have to say "yes" to drugs. Well, they're actually only saying yes to one drug, but they're still going to have to make new t-shirts and bumper stickers for the schools.

Since True Detective season two is apparently just a stinky pile of "do not watch," I would like to suggest that you watch this video as a replacement. It features everything you want from a detective show — a man determined to find the truth (about who shredded his pants), two perps that are guilty af (and are also dogs), and, uh... a beige apartment. Just like Rust had in True Detective season one! And that cinematography — did you notice that there's not a single cut during this entire 56-second animal video? Just... wow.

Apple has removed a program from its App Store called Metadata+, which sent users text updates and map locations on every covert lethal US drone strike around the world (that we know about). It deleted Metadata+ for "excessively crude or objectionable content." The creator of the app, Josh Begley, also operates the @Dronestream Twitter account, so you can see what kind of content they found so "objectionable":

But a game where you can play a drone and kill people is totally OK, because that's still on the store:

Sigh. Here's what the original Metadata+ app looked like before it was taken down:

It's literally just news reports. I'm sure Begley, a data artist and editor for The Intercept, would agree that the constant drumbeat of drone strikes around the world is "crude" and "objectionable," but his "content" consisted merely of rough locations and information on who just got annihilated by a joystick operator in an Arizona cubicle. You may or may not believe in Obama's expanded drone war, but it's being done, as Bush would say, to protect our freedoms. Freedoms like reporting on war.

But Apple never wanted this app. It was rejected over and over again under the name "Drones+," according to the The Independent, and was only admitted to the App Store after they changed the title to the ultra-bland Metadata+. It's up again now, as Ephemeral+, although as the name suggests, they may not expect it to last. They're trying to protect it with super-innocuous "screenshots":

This isn't the first time Apple has confused reporting on "objectionable" material with "objectionable" material itself. Just last week, Apple banned "Hinder," a feminist parody of Tinder that displayed profiles of elected officials next to actual (often very "objectionable") statements they've made about women's rights. After the outcry that provoked, the decision was reversed. Hopefully, that will happen again here. Because whether or not you agree with these app makers' viewpoints, the "objectionable" part isn't what they're doing, it's what they're reporting on.

There are good salesmen in this world, and there are great salesmen. Good salesmen can sell you anything, but great salesmen can sell you anything without saying a word. So obviously, this kid selling his mom on not taking a nap is a great salesman. Well, except for the part at the end where he doesn't actually convince her. Guess you better take that nap after all, kid. The coffee is for closers anyway.

BuzzFeed video person Hillary Lauren Levine went to a street corner a few blocks away from where I'm sitting right now* and asked people about what makes a good body. Surprisingly, only one person said the words "wonderful penis" and only one person was all like "just look at me I am an Adonissssss!" although I assume that's just because there are a bunch of showboats and wangs on the (virtual) cutting-room floor. But no matter what their ideal body is, everyone agreed that all bodies are beautiful, because either a) they're telling the truth and are awesome, or b) they don't want to be the one a-hole in this video who's like "nah, some bodies are way gross, man." Either way, the result is a dash of fun, a dash of uplifting, and a dash of that one guy who just wanted to show off his abs.

* I just want you guys to understand that I'm a Hollywood big shot, OK?

Immigration is a hot button issue in both the United States and Europe, and this piece of Swiss cheese is not staying neutral on the matter. Redditor albatross49 gave voice to this Nativist cheese, who likely brie-lieves that immigrants cheddar not come to American, and first and foremost, we should look after our health. The pun-inviting gif is on the front page of reddit this morning, where it is no doubt changing hearts and minds.

With quick changes, a few short musical numbers, and snappy summaries, Matt Damon revisited his entire film career in 8 minutes with James Corden last night. Like his Saving Private Ryan captain Tom Hanks before him, Damon and Corden successfully boiled down each film to its essence, from "I'm Jason Bourne" to "I'm still Jason Bourne." You'll come away thinking, "Yes, Damon is a good dude after all and his Damonsplaining must have been misconstrued," and also, "Where can I get me one of those Morgan Freeman masks?"

Not everybody loves bad movies, but those of us who do, love them devotedly. We marvel collectively at the wonder of Point Break; we love to quote Road House and The Room and some of us have watched Showgirls on purpose more than once. We love the plot holes and stilted acting; the shoddy sets and strange editing; the weird soundtracks and terrible facial hair. Every one of the movies on this list is so marvelously bad you seriously won’t make it past the opening credits before wondering how it even got made. 

Here are some questions we kept in mind while evaluating movies for potential badness: 

• What is the ratio of stunt people to regular actors?
• Does any part of the theme song have the main guy's name in it?
• Is there a full body burn? Lots of full body burns? Is everyone just constantly on fire? 
• Does it have the sibling of a famous actor in it? (For example, Scarlett Johansson's sister and Stephen Baldwin appear in Sharks In Venice.)
• Is anyone from the cast of Little House On The Prairie in it? 
• Does it have a Busey in it?

And now, without further ado, the 10 worst movies ever made:

10. Gymkata (Robert Clouse, 1985)

Gymkata is probably the most well known bad movie on this list. It's based on The Terrible Game, a book by Dan Tyler Moore (which I'll never read, although I would love the chance to say “Gymkata? I liked the book better.”) and stars Olympic gymnast Kurt Thomas as Olympic gymnast John Cabot. Cabot's been recruited by the U.S. government to go to the fictional country of Parmistan to compete in a fictional game called The Game.  

We learn pretty much all we need to know about The Game in a single expository scene, during which the camera drifts in and out of focus and eventually comes to rest behind a chair. Since it's so boring that even the camera person couldn't pay attention, here's a quick explanation: Anyone who enters Parmistan must play The Game; the winner is allowed his life and one request, but if he loses he dies. No outsider has won The Game in over 900 years. There's a lot of gymnastics-type stuff involved, and luckily Parmistan is full of things that can be used for gymnastics, like a bar (already chalked?) between two buildings and a goat tie-out that conveniently doubles as a pommel horse.

Gymkata's got it all—a training montage, a martial arts master with an eagle perched on his arm, a woman who serves no other purpose than sleeping with the hero, ridiculous sound effects, a hero with a dirtstache, and a bad guy with a clip-on hair extension. It might also hold the record for the longest amount of crotch time in a non-pornographic movie, as Cabot learns to walk upstairs on his hands.

9. Never Too Young To Die (Gil Bettman, 1986)

Hot on the heels of Gymkata comes 1986's Never Too Young Too Die, another entry in the Gymnast Saves The World film canon, only this one has 98 percent less gymnastics and 100 percent fewer Olympic gold medalists. John Stamos is Lance Stargrove, a college gymnastics pro whose secret government agent dad (George Lazenby) has just been killed. In his search for answers, Lance meets his father’s ex-partner, Danja Deering (played by Vanity) who spends most of her time aiming guns and the rest wearing a bikini and spraying herself with a garden hose. The villain is the hermaphrodite ("half man, half woman") Velvet Van Ragnar (KISS’ Gene Simmons), and Robert Englund (Freddy Krueger) plays his assistant henchman/human pet.

Both the opening and closing songs have lyrics directly referencing the hero in this movie—not a good sign. And there's no way the Stargrove theme music isn't going to get stuck in your head, so sorry in advance. 

8. Red Surf  (H. Gordon Boos, 1989)

A couple of years before Point Break there was Red Surf, another movie about surfer criminals set in Los Angeles. It stars George Clooney as Mark Remar, an ex-pro surfer/current drug dealer, all floppy hair, sideburns, leather jacket and absolutely no redeemable qualities. Michelle Pfeifer's sister Dedee Pfeifer co-stars as Rebecca, Remar's long-suffering girlfriend, and his best buddy Attila is played by Doug Savant (who played "the gay one" Matt on Melrose Place). Oh, and look who's back, it's fan favorite Gene Simmons, this time as Doc, the group's older surf guru. 

Remar and his drug dealer friends are so fully committed to being the most annoying people alive that you'll probably find yourself rooting for them to die. Poor Rebecca's pregnant and wants to keep the baby and move to Portland, but she still gives Remar chance after chance to change, because he has puppy dog eyes and muppet eyebrows. He's totally going to focus on being a dad, but he just has to smoke some crack real quick. 

The main bad guy Calavera (Rick Najera) is probably the least believable drug dealer ever portrayed in a movie. He's got big blazers and annoying hair, like if Tears For Fears were Mexican drug kingpins. Unsurprisingly, he's the kind of bad guy who listens to opera and keeps wolves under a trapdoor.

Also, at one point while Doc is lecturing Remar about being careful retrieving the drugs, he tells him, "I want you to keep your ass wired shut." Yeah. I have no idea. Really makes you think. 

7. Action U.S.A. (John Stewart, 1989)

There’s never a dull moment in the town of Action, country of U.S.A., where trucks park in the road and every building, vehicle, and person is in constant danger of spontaneous combustion. About 90 percent of Action U.S.A. is car chases, and the other 10 percent is fire. A stunt movie made by a stunt person, Action U.S.A. has everything you could want in an action flick (guns, cars, explosions, sex, a nitro tank, a helicopter, a bad guy named Drago) and the stunts are pretty cool: a fall from a helicopter into a lake, a motorcycle driven off a bridge, a fight on the hood of a moving car, a car jumping over a (suddenly conspicuously empty) school bus, full body burns, and a car driven directly through a house, which then explodes (of course, because that’s how houses work).

The closing credits show a woman named Velvett Klepper as Young Lady and a guy named Rod Shaft.

Here's just one amazing car chase scene:

6. The Stabilizer (Arizal, either 1984 or 1986)

The Stabilizer is a an Indonesian action movie set in Thailand, starring Peter O’Brian (who incidentally plays a character named Rambu in another movie) as Peter Goldson, a.k.a. The Stabilizer, who looks an unsettling amount like a buff Kenny G.

And who is the antagonist? Greg Rainmaker (yes, that's his name), a drug smuggler who raped Goldson’s fiancée Linda and then stomped her to death with his cleated shoes. “He is the man I hate the most," Goldson says of the him, and then adds, “I despise scum like Greg Rainmaker," just to clarify. 

One perfectly stupid moment: Here's a highly technical map to find the secret…something?

5. Deadly Friend (Wes Craven, 1986)

In this gem directed by Wes Craven (RIP), Science Guy-type Paul (played by Matthew Labyorteaux, whom you may remember as Albert from 1980s TV show Little House On The Prairie) and his mom and her eyebrows and a robot named BB move into a house across the street from Mean Neighbor Lady-type (Anne Ramsey of Throw Mama From The Train and Goonies fame) and next door to Girl Next Door-type Sam (the original Buffy The Vampire Slayer Kristy Swanson).

Paul’s having a rough time adjusting to his new surroundings, what with the mean neighbor, Sam’s abusive father, a gang of 40-year-old bullies, and some pretty bad synthesizer music. To make matters worse, Paul's new friend Sam ends up in a coma after her dad pushes her down the stairs, and the hospital takes her off life support. Lucky for her, Paul has decided to reanimate her dead body, which I guess he learned how to do from science? He puts BB’s microchip brain into Sam's brain, so he can turn her on by remote control (every guy’s dream). She’s mostly the same as before, only now she walks stiffly and has a lot of green makeup around her eyes. Of course, all goes as planned, Sam/BB comes back to life and everything is perfect foreve—hahaha, just kidding, now she wants vengeance against everyone who wronged her. Hell hath no fury like a reanimated teenager with a robot brain.

You'll love it most of all for this death scene, which is graphic…ally hilarious! (Swish! Nothin’ but net.)

And here's the trailer:

4. Maternal Instincts (George Kaczender, 1996)

Maternal Instincts is an instant classic. It’s The Hand That Rocks The Cradle with a lot less plot and a lot more Delta Burke. Following a general "Women Be Actin' Crazy” formula, this very Lifetime-feeling movie stars Burke as a baby-obsessed woman who completely loses it after an emergency hysterectomy renders her barren. She systematically goes after everyone who, in her eyes, wronged her by allowing the surgery to happen—her husband, her best friend, and most importantly, the surgeon, who coincidentally happens to be pregnant herself. Delta Burke’s freak-outs make Rebecca De Mornay in The Hand That Rocks The Cradle look like Gandhi.

One not-so-surprising end credit:

Here's the entire film:

3. Cocaine: One Man’s Seduction (Paul Wendkos, 1983)

Imagine a 12-year-old is assigned to write a Drugs Are Bad screenplay. Imagine the movie stars a 59-year-old Dennis “The Dream” Weaver as a man who falls victim to that tempting Siren cocaine. His wife (played by Karen Grassle a.k.a. Ma Ingalls from Little House On The Prairie) is 41, and they have a son in high school played by 23-year-old James Spader in a varsity jacket. Throw in Jeffrey Tambor as his cokehead poker buddy and you've got Cocaine: One Man’s Seduction.

Weaver plays Eddie Gant, a real estate agent who’s tired of being passed up for a partnership. He asks his boss for a luxury listing and it’s all downhill from there. Gant's out of his league, he doesn't know how to sell to this fancy market, with its fabulous homes and wealthy clients. But after a “toot” at a friend’s party, he realizes the key to selling these houses is doing coke and learning new upscale real estate terms/lingo/jargon like "outdoor living” and "view" and “terrific” and “toot.” It's Glengarry Glen Ross for the afterschool special set. 

2. Zandalee (Sam Pillsbury, 1991)

Because no list of bad movies would be complete without at least one Nicolas Cage movie, here’s Zandalee, in which Nicolas Cage, Judge Reinhold, and their mustaches play New Orleans childhood pals all grown up. Johnny (Cage), tortured artist and unbridled spirit (read: asshole) and Thierry (Reinhold), college poet turned executive drone, run into each other at a mutual friend's bachelor party. Thierry invites Johnny back to his house, where he gets right to the business of sexually harrassing Thierry’s beautiful, gauzy gown of a wife, Zandalee (Erika Anderson).  

Thierry calls himself "a paraplegic of the soul." Johnny oozes to Zandalee “We’re inevitable. I want to shake you naked and eat you alive.” No one talks remotely like an actual human person. 

Reinhold tries a New Orleans accent, but Nic Cage doesn't even bother, instead focusing his energy on wearing hair extensions and sometimes smearing himself with paint. The worst accent award goes hands-down to Joey Pantoliano, who plays a sassy Southern cross-dresser. There are also appearances by Steve Buscemi, Marissa Tomei, and Aaron Neville, whose bonafide New Orleans accent renders him mostly unintelligible. 

Really the most important thing in the movie, at its core, is Nic Cage's hair. It’s hard to know exactly what he was going for with these extensions, and believe me, I've spent an inordinate amount of time wondering. The extensions seem to be limited to the underside of his hair, presumably to give it both length and fullness, and the top is much shorter. 

Should Nicolas Cage’s hair extensions have gotten their own credit? Yes. Does Johnny put cocaine in Zandalee's vagina? Absolutely. Do the two men share an angry dance on a dock on the bayou? You bet.

I'd give context, but it doesn’t really make any more sense in context.

This movie and especially the ending is so stereotypically tragic that I wondered if it might be a reworking of a Shakespeare play. However, according to a reliable source (Wikipedia) it’s based on a novel and play called Thérèse Raquin. Maybe take a minute or two to read Wikipedia's description of the book for a plot even more convoluted than this one.

1. Vibrations (Michael Paseornek, 1996)

Vibrations has a special place at the top of the list. It stars James Marshall (James Hurley from Twin Peaks) as T.J., an up and coming musician whose hands are crushed in a bizarre accident, so he does what any normal person would do: gets strange, rubber, bendable prosthetic hands, sinks into depression, becomes a homeless alcoholic, then gets new strap-on robot hands and creates a hugely popular rave persona called Cyberstorm. Co-starring Christina Applegate as Anamika, a 90s new age-y raver who takes T.J. in and lets him live with her while he learns all about “techno” from her neighbors. 

A highlight: this super-realistic front page of a normal newspaper.

Here's how the film explains techno:

If you find yourself noticing that T.J. in costume as Cyberstorm shows off some dance moves that seem very different from anything he's done thus far, it's because Cyberstorm is played by a different person, a woman named Amie “Zu Zu” Toledo.

And here's the actual, real, honest-to-god trailer for this worst of all bad movies:

***Honorable Mentions***

Looking to waste even more of your limited time on Earth watching borderline unwatchable pieces of garbage? Check out Deadly Prey (the hero cuts off another man's arm and then beats him with it) and Grizzly 2: The Concert (which was never even finished, contains the briefest of appearances by George Clooney, Laura Dern and Charlie Sheen, and which towards the end devolves into just raw, unedited footage with no sound).

Most women who have dared to wander the ravaged halls of online dating have seen their fair share of hideous trolls. They pop out of nowhere, sharing unsolicited dick pics, calling you a whore when you respond and a stuck up bitch when you don't. It can make a girl get sad, get mad...orget even. Here are some of the best responses to creeps on Tinder, OKCupid, and every other form of social media where someone can direct message you a proposition. There are so many ways to troll the trolls, ladies. Get started!

1. Turning that sexy fantasy to sh*t.

2. Giving them a makeover.

3. Driving them to the brink of despair.

4. Feeding the desperate troll thirst.

5. Showing off your kitchen tools.

6. Revealing double standards in the oral exam.

7. Getting your pun on.

8. Knowing your condiments.

9. Getting the dog in on it.

10. Firing up a dude's nerd rage until he explodes.

11. Planning the wedding.

12. And when all else fails, Carly Rae Jepsen them.

As many who have watched this video have commented, limit your lamentations for this tortoise-shell bespectacled man flailing like a car-dealership air-puppet in front of his elegant date in the front row of a late September Yankees game. Not only does he look like a good sport in the end, but he likely has other attractive attributes to enable them to sit close enough to the action for him to mess up over and over and over again (even when the ballboy simply took pity on him the third time), as if he had recently come from another planet with different gravity. He'll be ok, probably.

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If I were him, I'd consider buying a VIP box. That way, his friends could come over and he could avoid this kind of thing. Just keep him away from the edge. If you want to watch the full video, go to CBS Sports. This gif was uploaded to reddit by jediknight12.

Kim Davis, the triple divorcee who refused to grant marriage licenses to gay couples, is not afraid to meet and tell. According to her lawyers, the Kentucky county clerk had a secret meeting with Cool Pope Francis at the Vatican Embassy in Washington, DC last Thursday.

According to Davis' lawyers, she and the Big P-F got to hang out for a short but sweet 15 minutes:

During the meeting Pope Francis said, "Thank you for your courage." Pope Francis also told Kim Davis, "Stay strong. He held out his hands and asked Kim to pray for him. Kim held his hands and said, "I will. Please pray for me," and the Pope said he would. The two embraced.

Davis is not Catholic. She is a practicing Apostolic Christian, a sector of the Pentecostal domination, but she still looks up to the Pope in her quest for religious liberty. In the statement from her lawyers, she says, "I was humbled to meet Pope Francis. Of all people, why me? I never thought I would meet the Pope. Who am I to have this rare opportunity? I am just a County Clerk who loves Jesus and desires with all my heart to serve him."

NPR reports that on the way back to Italy, "the Pope was asked during a press conference if he would support government officials who say they cannot in good conscience discharge their duties — for example, issuing same sex marriage licenses. Without referring to Kim Davis, the pope said conscientious objection is a right that is part of every human right."

Come on, Pope F. We thought you were cool, and now you're getting chummy with someone Mike Huckabee admires? 

Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom host Stephanie Arne was treated to a pleasure most of us will never be able to enjoy – she got to swim in a pool with a bunch of baby otters. And as the giant smile plastered on her lucky, lucky face indicates, it was a blast. They just jumped right into her arms and covered her face with kisses, exactly like you always imagined otters would.

Where did she experience this joy? It was at Nurtured by Nature, a nonprofit in Southern California where guests can have hands-on encounters with sloths, hedgehogs, armadillos, horses, and more. But the otters are their star attraction, of course. If you need proof, just check out this other video they posted on their YouTube page.

Look at those little legs! The only thing that could make this pool better is if a baby pygmy hippo was in it.

A Facebook hoax that we all saw back in 2012 and should know better than to post on our timelines has, nevertheless, tricked some of our dumber acquaintances again. The hoax claims that if you post a status with some legal-sounding language, Facebook can't claim ownership of any content you post on their site. That's why you've seen this status everywhere:

As of (date), I do not give Facebook or any entities associated with Facebook permission to use my pictures, information, or posts, both past and future. By this statement I give notice to Facebook it is strictly forbidden to disclose, copy, distribute or take any other action against me based on this profile is private and confidential information. The violation of privacy can be punished by law (UCC 1-308-11 308-103 and Rome statute). NOTE: Facebook is now a public entity. All members must post a note like this. If you prefer, you can copy and paste this version. If you do not publish this statement at least once it will be tactically allowing the use of your photos, as well as information contained in the profile status updates. DO NOT SHARE you MUST copy and paste to make this I will leave a comment so it will be easier to copy and paste!!!

Hahah! Right? These poor souls think they have any control over the voracious maw of Facebook. What a bunch of suckers! Facebook claims it doesn't own any of your posts or photos, and that it never claimed to own them in their Terms of Service. Facebook also denied the new rumor that they would make users pay for a private account, or any profile on their site, now or in the future. Time will tell.

It's not that hard to understand why someone would want to protect themselves from the company that killed privacy, but to think that you could stop them from taking your work simply by posting more on their website is crazy. 

There are so many weird names in this story: Florence + The Machine covered Skrillex and Diplo's "Where Are Ü Now" with Justin Bieber on BBC Radio 1. Justin...Bieber...what even is that? Some of you may know him from this summer's f*ckboy anthem, which has permeated our airwaves and our brains. Where are yoü now, thoügh, really?? Florence Welch makes the song come alive again with her power lady vocals, and sümmer is briefly revived:

Wow, this version may make you want to actually reveal your location.

ABC committed a pretty ironic blunder (the worst kind!) this week when the station used a picture of a different Indian woman to promote an interview with actress Priyanka Chopra. Even worse, it's an interview in which she promotes a show on that same network and talks about struggling with racism. It's basically the perfect storm for an awkward Twitter apology.

Chopra is the star of Quantico, a new show about young hot FBI trainees that everyone (including the show's creator) is calling a mix of Homeland and Grey's Anatomy. Chopra isn't well-known in the U.S., but she's a huge Bollywood star and former Miss World, so millions of people internationally consider her to be J. Lo-level famous.

ABC teased the interview with the picture below, which actually shows a different Indian Miss World, Yukta Mookhey.

When the goof ended up on Twitter, Chopra responded with an lol, and then Nightline apologized.

Yet people immediately resumed confusing her with other people of the same skin color.

Meanwhile, Quantico is pretty good! Who do we think—no spoilers—did that thing that happened?