Fifties Photoshop

Back in the fifties before they had photoshop they used to use paint. Not MSPaint, actual paint. Crazy huh? Still, it beats the alternative - a realistic depiction of female beauty in the media. That'd be terrible.

So here it is, the day of the week that feels like your human reset button has been engaged and life returns to, well, exactly the same as it did last week. That only leaves you 7 days to f#ck it all up again. Meanwhile, here are some pics.

The local gym, you know the place, it's where you go to get fit and tone up and stay healthy...WRONG! If there were more girls like these at my gym, I wouldn't find it quite so hard to make it there!

Jeebus, if i ever knew i would be quoting Grease lyrics to describe seriously hawt chicks & summer when i was a kid then i would have converted to a Jehovah's Witnesses on the spot - WTF!?!

You have to question how you came to have some really unusual social problems when you are amongst your peers & friends. 'Where the hell did i go wrong', you may ask? Well, the usual suspects might just be your parents!?

They said it could never happen, but here's the conclusive proof: people can fly, it just so happens they can only do it when poised above a bed. Coincidence? Don't be so sceptical, next thing you'll be telling me Santa isn't real.

If you type 'Beauty' into Google, you won't see many black faces, because Google is racist. (It's true, honest.... Google it) Here on Slacker we're equal opportunities oglers & we love black beauties.

A random bunch of über-hot non-fishfaces that we can all agree are ball-achingly SUPER-HOT. Hotter than salsa dancing on the moon in an acrylic jumpsuit. Hotter than sitting on a barbecue dressed as Jabba the Hut. Etc.

Where would we be without our butts? Our trousers wouldn't stay up so well and sitting down wouldn't be as fun, if we didn't have them galleries like this would be impossible. So, release your inner baboon and enjoy these ladies.

Getting yourself in someone else's picture just isn't enough anymore, the ante has been upped and these people are taking photobombing to a whole new level of image invasion, hell, they have turned it into an art form.

The similarities are amazing! I know dogs look like their owners, but these transcend that. Unfortunately, some of my ex-girlfriends resembled Jabba the Hutt, not just in looks but in size.