Well, you can't win 'em all, Barry O-Bomber! Drone-fired missiles meant for the leader of the Yemen branch of Al-Qaida, the people who brought you the Christmastime underwear bomb plot, missed their target. They did, however, frag a couple of his friends.

Osama bin Laden, meanwhile, apparently enjoyed watching himself on TV. The videos are just the tip of a rich iceberg of media and data collected from the raid on bin Laden's compound.

Oh, and Pakistan? This shit is so not over between us.

Witnesses in Syria's slow-burn uprising are seeing something peculiar as the movement spreads: Regular soldiers, upset over the shooting of protesters, have begun taking potshots of their own at Syrian security forces.

Out of gas? With the careful use of a pun, I can report that Moammar Gaddafi's forces have successfully blown up the fuel supplies that rebels in a key oil town had come to depend on.

This is NOT a "party."

People who live along the Mississippi River may have forgotten that every 100 years or so, sometimes more often, the water likes to come inside their houses for a long, stinky visit.

Maybe he just wanted a hug.
A first-grader climbs over a barrier and gets close to a leopard's cage. The leopard responds by reaching out and mauling the boy.

They call her the "Hummer Mom," and it ain't just because of her car.

Killing you this weekend: Coffee, sex, exercise, blowing snot out of your nose, constipation.

Meanwhile, papa wants a new pair of shoes. And a mint julep. And a song sung in key.