Bill O'Reilly interviewing George W. Bush

See the interview where Dubya comes across as a thoughtful bleeding heart liberal in comparison with Bill O'Reilly.

Drunken Russian miner

This is a classic. I saw it first well over a year ago, then lost it, but never forgot it.

It's a piece of an interview about workplace safety being compromised by drinking in a Russian mine. The interview is not important; the presence of the man in the background says it all.

The right to pee: a question of gender

I had a great night tonight at a place called Camp David. I go there quite often, and it's a fab place. It has a lovely heated roof-top area, they play really good music, and they play the host for the most freakish bachelor parties in town. It has a fault, though: the women's loo is located in the basement, and there's only one of them. Any female reading this knows what I'm talking about. All that queueing can ruin a night out. Women tend to have to go to the loo more often because a) we have a smaller bladder and b) it IS a social event to gather before the mirrors, gossipping and applying make-up. It's a time consuming event.
Men, on the other hand, have a toilet very handily on roof-top level. They also have a toilet downstairs.
I go to men's toilets every now and then, not only because I can't be arsed to queue to the over-subscribed women's toilets, but also because I find it ridiculous that something like the place where you get to pee is restricted by gender.
I never expected to be told off by bouncers at a gay venue for using the 'wrong' loo, but that happened tonight, at Camp David. I went to the men's toilet, the one located upstairs. The lock of my cubicle didn't work, and I tried to keep the door closed with my foot while peeing. So far, so good - Hey, I had just saved about 30 minutes of my life by going to the men's rather than trekking down to the women's. Someone tried to enter my (unlocked) cubicle while I was finishing my business, but that someone happened to be my flatmate, and once I emerged from the cubicle we fell over laughing. Just as we were laughing, two meathead bouncers entered and spotted that I was (gasp!) a GIRL, in the wrong place! They told me in really harsh words to get the fuck out of there, and quickly.
Why?