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?

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.

A colorful collection of wasted women who still manage to look cute with their heads stuck down the toilet bowl & vomit coming out of their mouths! It's amazing there was still someone left standing to capture this with a camera!

Lets face it, when you are a celeb you can pretty much get away with anything, even murder (OJ anyone?), it's only when you look at the paparazzi photos you really see what they have been getting up to!

Forget sharks, Jaws was So last century, the new menace of the murky depths is a huge polar bear intent on giving you a hug and possibly a lethal lick (if you're lucky) - R-U-N!!!

Out in the wild these toys would be baby seals that had become separated from their mothers, fish, whale carcasses or, of course, rookie research scientists who've gotten lost or explorers who've left their food stash out all evening.

It's enough to make you fear for future generations. Mothers seem to like to to put their kids in innapropriate sexual situations, dads love to get their kids acquanted with wild animals and guns. Why do some people breed?

You definitely meet a different class of female at conventions that requires them to turn up in cosplay outfits. It breaks the ice about conversation starters - you already know they are into the same thing you are. Genius.

A delightful collection of birds in hats. And before you say it, yes, I know they are photoshopped and you can tell by the pixels!

To quote that wise sage Homer Simpson, "Beer, the cause of, & solution to, all of life's little problems!" Where would we be without this nectar of the gods? Probably still married with a prosperous career!?

Hot women in sports jerseys! You know the scene: tight bods wrapped in tiny tops, taught midriff, ponytail cap, big SMILE. It what we in the trade like to term Jock Fodder. Right, now who wants to down a yard of Jager and sit on our lap, eh?