And You Thought Your Job Sucked!

I once had a position in a lettuce factory and it was my job to peel off the outer leaves and cut it down the middle, then pass it on. I lasted a day. And it wasn't like I was sucking the cr*p out of festival toilets either. Crap jobs, eh?

If you could rewrite state signs with your mind, this is what they might say or perhaps it you'd taken some truth hallucinogen so you saw signs as they should be, or perhaps someone just Photoshopped some signs for a laugh?

She's a stunning Japanese bikini model sent down from the heavens to make every man drool with envy that she isn't also modeling his shirt, from the morning after a steamy night before. Hot damn !

You can't have a good computer game show without some cosplay characters on parade brightening up your day and when that event is held in Tokoyo you just know it's gonna be a bit special.

Those pesky aliens from the Half-Life game have been infiltrating art works from bygone eras, and they will not stop! You could look at it as some form of artistic sabotage or you could look on it as an improvement. We're all doomed!

It takes place on the second day of Easter and is guaranteed to make all girls wet (no, not in the way your pervy mind works), it is a peculiar custom of splashing females with cold water to purify them.

Some corrupted cartoon Disney characters guaranteed to ruin large parts of your childhood memories. Disney characters are such icons in our culture that any deviation from the norm induces intensive therapy.

I never really understood the whole point of Twitter until I saw some of these Tweet-ettes. All you need to do to really get the most out of this social networking platform is follow some luscious ladies who like to flaunt their feathers.

This is the trouble with modern consumer goods, you just can't fix them yourself. In the past when things were made from simpler materials like wood they were easy to fix. This is a tribute simpler times, before things like health & safety regulations

After seeing these you could say that the definition of beauty is 'when you can go out without make-up and not be mistaken for a dude in a wig'. Most of these girls you could pass in the street and not have a clue who they were...

It was a great party at the weekend (shame you don't remember it), wine, women & song flowed like it'd never end. Now there is the small problem about making it home, which sudddenly seems a looong way away, if you can still remember where it is?