Too Controversial For An Ad!

When adverts are too controversial to be shown in public then they have served a purpose beyond their remit and so they end up where these have gone, the graveyard of adverts. For shame.

One of the few joys of living in New York has to be the cab rides, entrusting your wellbeing to a man who has a name on his taxi license that would, in any other situation, make you laugh so hard you'd wet yourself.

"Houston, we have a problem" - I love a toned chick, but when she has a six pack and guns that would put you to shame then you know that this girl means business!

Forget 'when animals attack!', the new trend in the critter community is to prove that humans are not the only species capable of interrupting a snapshot. Enter the masters of photo-disaster, the photobombing animals!

Lets face it, when it comes to photography, the difference between a yawn-tastic photo & a sublime work of pure awesomeness is all about the right angle - Witness everyday normality transformed into total abstract wonder.

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?

In this age of equality it's refreshing to see some men sticking to a time honored tradition and letting females join in. No idea why these women were let out of the kitchen anyway?

You might have Oriental cushions on your sofa but I can guarantee that they're not half as appealing as some on display here ! I know which ones I'd rather rest my head between while I watch television !

Cometh the DuckMen! It's time to facepalm hard & not want to live on this planet anymore because Duckface disease has now started to permeate into the human males of the species. We're well & truly 'ducked' people. Be afraid.

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

Let's say your beloved mutt managed to grow some thumbs and was able to use a cellphone—it would probably be a very bad thing because you'd end up getting texts like this ALL THE FRIKKIN TIME.