Joselyn Hughes

I heard about this groom that stopped his wedding at the altar to update his Facebook status and almost fell over. Am I an old lady, or is this just plain wrong?

I feel like I need to get a porch so I can go out on it and scream at the neighborhood kids to get outside and start throwing baseballs through my window. Is this what we've become? A bunch of technologically crippled dolts who can't even get married without having our cells on our person!? I long for the days we just did things without telling the world, especially our "long lost" high school friends we've found on Facebook.

I'm going to go put on my old lady robe, my hair in curlers, and pout about not having a porch, but before I do, I'm going to tell everyone on Twitter.

God save us all.

[via Dlisted]

You can get in trouble with your job for posting things online — it's common knowledge by now. We've seen people fired for partying, lying about being sick, and just straight up doing illegal activities.

An airline attendant was upset with a passenger for taking up so much room on the plane, she took a picture of it and now it's posted everywhere on the web. While she isn't fired yet, I'm sure she will be. Because you can make fat jokes the Internet all you want, but not while you're on the job!!!

…unless you're me. But this a site with a blog about a show about the Internet, and I work for it. It's like a whole different plane of existence.
Don't be jealous; I live a sad, sad, web-clouded life of cat videos and back flips gone wrong.

But probably still not as bad as being a flight attendant. That must suck. If you're reading this, lady, perhaps you should look into blogging. That picture is web GOLD, I tell ya! WEB GOLD! You're onto something…

[via Buzzfeed]

I'm going to be spending my Thanksgiving weekend wondering why this is a real thing.

Think you can explain it? Tell us in the comments and have a very happy Thanksgiving!

While most people agree that the Twitter account @shitmydadsays is mildly funny, we can't all justify it's creator, Justin Halpburn, getting a TV deal with CBS for it's own TV show. A show based off a Twitter account? Even we know that's a bad idea.

If we all knew our tweets had the potential do to anything more than fill everyone in on our mundane statuses, I'm sure we'd all try harder. Or we wouldn't; because Twitter is – and always will be – completely pointless. There's not much more depressing than someone getting paid ridiculous amounts of money for having a mildly entertaining Twitter account… or is there?

After the jump, I've come up with a few more ridiculous Internet-related TV deals that could be pitched so we (me) can stop feeling bad about our (my) Tweets being anything less than television show worthy.

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What's most important about the holiday season is giving back, remembering others, and investing in your community. Even if you are a strip club and your sign is rife with sexual innuendo, you too can play an important part in assuring everyone has a good time. If your good time happens to be charity work while getting a lap dance, my hats off to you. Just make sure that toy you donate is for a child and not an adult.

I'm just glad someone was smart enough to snap this picture and post it online for all of us to see so that we all could get into the holiday spirit. Ho ho ho!

Get it? (I couldn't help myself.)

[via Skull Swap]

If you've logged on to any site today, you've heard and seen that Jennifer Lopez fell last night on the American Music Awards.  Because this, my friends, is the digital age.

Videos of J-Lo falling on her most famous body part surfaced within minutes of the event itself.  I got word via my Twitter account, did a Google search, and found what everyone was talking about immediately.  And now I feel like a dirty Internet junkie.

I started thinking about it, and now can't remember a time when I didn't find out about an unimportant incident at an insane accelerated rate.  I don't want to know about J-Lo or her ass, but I do, and I blame the internet.  Unfortunately, there's no turning back.  I have a twitter account.   I have AIM on my phone.  I got invited to Google Wave.  I'm forever digitally scarred and there's no getting out.

So I watched J-Lo and her ass fall in all it's glory — in real time and slow motion.  Over and over, and over again.  I shed a tear for my technology innocence lost and told myself I'll always try to remember a time when I didn't have to see these kinds of things.  Hopefully, one day, we can live that way again.

But probably not.  Fall away, J-Lo.  Fall away.

I'm going to be spending my weekend wondering why this is a real thing. Ouch.

Think you can explain it? Tell us in the comments.

On last week's show, Daniel Tosh challenged you guys to do a couple things:  guess his and comedian Todd Glass' lemonade boarding safeword, and create your own remix of Sittin' on a Toilet.  Since most of your safeword guesses turned out to be just your chance to curse and say vile things in a public forum, I'm going to pass on posting those and go straight to the toilet humor.  Get it?

You guys did great!  HustleUnion sent us THIS awesome remix, Urlesque posted a bunch of remixes on their site after we aired, and then there's this BABY:

Thanks everyone! Keep sittin' on that toilet until we come back for Season 2!

Since we only have 3 bloggers, we decided to ask Everett, our security guard here at Tosh.0, what his favorite moment from season one was. His answer? "The puppies and babies one." Got it, Everett. Thanks for chiming in.

What's your favorite moment from season one? Tell us in the comments!

This "People of Walmart" picture has been floating around the internet today and it's great — except they're not in a Walmart*! Sure it's shocking, and after seeing it you will never erase the image from your mind, but it's not in a Walmart*. Correct me if I'm wrong, but the whole point of the blog is to capture weirdos at Walmart*, not start picking on people at a bank.

Hey, if you're going to get a book deal for your tumblr blog, be thorough.

*I'm 100% sure she shops there.