Worst Book Covers Ever

Not only are these off-putting but they a simply the most cringingly, hilrariously awful covers imaginable, and every single one of them is genuine. I don't know about you but I want a copy of that Tractor men one...

Forget FaceAche & pictures of girls at the mall, or playing with dumb toy dogs, MySpace is where it's always been at for hawt chick photo action

Social networking may be cool, but just remember that your parents have access to it as well. Facebook and parents are a pretty awful combination. Unwittingly revealing intimite details about you to the world.

Only a small gallery, but seeing as it embodies some of the worst things imaginable that's actually a good thing. Every single one of these things is enough to reduce a grown man to tears amidst cries of "1st world problem!"

It's important that despite all the famine and suffering in the third world that us in the first world can soldier on and find interesting new ways to spend our unearned wealth on extravagant eccentricities like these.

Sometimes you don't need any particular theme for a gallery other than just some beautiful women! I admit there's probably more photoshop represented here than actual women, but they are still nice to look at!

So all you are doing is trying to take a nice ordinary, everyday picture of your friends and before you know it some major celebrity is trying to get in on the action by goofing off in the background and photobombing you. Pfft.

I always thought the phrase 'cute emo' was an oxymoron, surely those two words cannot be used to describe the stereotype imagery we all have stored in our cynical minds. Seems that emos' can be cute after all.

Cowboy builders & bodge-job-artists the world over stand united and protest against the nanny-state health & safety regulations they're forced to endure. Here are some of their anti-safety campaign banners. OMG

Like Girls? Like Guns? Well, like so many things in life these two are even better when they're combined. If they were covered in bacon as well I would refuse to believe that i wasn't in heaven. Imagine that. Om nom nom. Bang.

I'm guessing that if you're a busy hard-working journalist with deadlines to meet then sometimes you just don't notice the perverted prose you are inadvertently writing, or then again, maybe you do!?