Stacy Keibler

Ex-WWE Diva Stacy Keibler sure does look hot. Currently dating George Clooney, this chick has given up the world of piledrivers and body slams for photographers and skimpy underwear. Good call, Stacy.

If you've never been before then it'll take a little getting use to. It's commonly referred to as the festering poop-hole of the internet and while it may be offensive, it can also be utterly hilarious.

Oh for those bygone days when everything was simple and internet was young. If you were a kid in the 80's or 90's, prepare to experience some extreme nostalgia. You might not know all of them, but you're bound to know at least one.

Take some anime or a movie, then get it subtitled by someone with a thing grasp of the English language. It might not be to everybody's tastes, i guess it really depends on how silly your sense of humour is.

If you like lots of pictures of the same hot woman in lots of ever-so-slightly different bikinis, then we've got a real treat in store for you here. If this chick isn't a catalog model, then she's definitely got the skills.

No matter where i go i am amazed at what incredible natural wonders of nature - i am of course talking about the female of the species and their attire wherever the sun decides to shine - The Earth just got HAWT!

Two horribly plastic faced peas in pod. An eerie pod. This kinda reminds me of that film Mimic. It's like an alien approximation of what people might look like. Almost right but just off by enough to look totally creepy.

Some of these are pure genius. How else can you get Mr. T doing phallic insertions into your PC?

If you think you're pretty good at 'Draw Something', think again. These guys are almost completely unbeatable. This is the sort of natural talent that the rest of us just can't compete with. Feeling humiliated yet? You will.

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.

It's that wonderful, peaceful calm before the oncoming storm of an almighty hangover. You've had another heavy night on the booze, and you're past that point where you could fall fast asleep on a bed of rusty nails. Or anywhere.