Our buddy Jimmy Kimmel may be a dick. But he's our kind of dick. Definitely stick around until at least the 3:40 mark.

Michel Gondry — who’s probably relieved that thanks to Green Lantern, his January non-blockbuster The Green Hornet will not go down as 2011’s worst superhero movie with “green” in the title — gets back to his let-us-make-un-film-with-stuff-we-bought-at-Yarn-Barn roots with a three-minute Sweded version of Martin Scorsese’s Taxi Driver in which he plays Travis Bickle. We will not be jerks and suggest that he re-do The Green Hornet next.

Think about the most amazing time you’ve ever had in your life. One single moment of pure, ecstatic celebration. Focus on what that felt like. Now double that feeling. Now double it again. You’re still not even close to the ridiculous joy that the Happiest DJ in the World is experiencing in this video.

Now, when I first saw this, I had the same thought you did: Clearly, this man is on drugs. Serious drugs. Some Internet sleuthing, however, suggests that amazingly, he's sober. And even more shocking… he's German. Whaaa?

I honestly didn’t know that God made euphoric Germans, but here we are. Christian Horst, aka “DJ Der Guten Laune” (“DJ In Good Spirits,” natch), was captured on video a year ago at a wedding reception in Southern Germany and became not only an instant Internet sensation, but a straight-up German celebrity. In an interview found online, Mr. Good Spirits dispels any notion that pharmaceuticals play a part in his “I’m so pumped up I must remove my reading glasses immediately!” celebrations. He says that the “situation and the music is my drug,” a cocktail he calls, no joke, “Selfdope.”

Whatever it is, I want it in a pill and I want it now.

Krister Johnson is a comedian and writer in New York. Follow him on twitter @kristerjohnson

There just aren't many videos out there whose first five seconds can cause both an explosion of laughter and a wave a sadness to crash over me, but comedian Henry Phillips' second episode of his "Henry's Kitchen" series does just that. As the mournful piano soundtrack lumbers through its minor chord progression and a pair of meaty paws struggle clumsily to cut an onion, you know immediately you are about to watch the saddest, loneliest, more regret-filled cooking demonstration ever. Are we watching fiction? Should someone check on the real Henry to make sure things are ok? This feels too real. Oh, and the recipe looks terrible, but I'd eat Henry's chili five nights a week if I could guarantee many more videos like this.

Krister Johnson is a comedian and writer in New York. Follow him on twitter @kristerjohnson