Jock Fodder

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?

Believe it or not, these are all actually paintings. They are not photographs. Works by Roberto Bernardi, Eric Christensen, Steve Mills, Pedro Campos, Tom Martin, Jason Degraaf and Mark Goings.

Wedgies are bad enough wearing men's underwear, now take a moment to imagine how much that's gotta hurt with thongs...OUCH!

Another week rolls round and you start to make promises that deep down you have no intention of keeping. 'I will never drink again'. Of course you will, you liar, you just need to wash the ink off your face and lay low for a couple.

We've had planking, owling, and batmanning. Now those weird internet types have come up with another craze that will be sweeping the globe. Cat breading. Sounds ridiculous, is ridiculous, is also pretty funny.

If you take a look it's plain to see that the old saying "Dogs begin to look like their owners, and vice-verca' is actually true. Just subtle similarities that make them a perfect match for each other.

I know it may be hard to imagine but it wasn't too long ago when a men's hairstyle like the mullet was king and a 'must-have', whilst the ladies preferrerd hair that was BIG. But that was just the tip of the FAIL iceberg.

Tell me, i've always wondered, If you shoot yourself with your phone is that social suicide? I only ask because if you post the results to the interwebs and are not cute enough to make the cut you suffer social death.

I'm not sure how many of these have accents or even how many have visited their ancestral homelands, but that doesn't matter because they are very cute. If they told me they were from Mars, that would be fine too.

The onslaught on invading innocent photographers subjects continues, do they hate us for being so incredibly good looking? It's time to draw a line in the sand. You're either with the pouters or you're with the photobombers. Pick your side!

More exciting than watching your first child being born whilst walking on the moon on an IV drip of cocaine, or winning the superbowl & then discovering you have superpowers. Too bad you won't remember it in the morning.