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.

These events would make Darwin turn in his grave! A great collection of screw-ups. With epic fails a plenty, this one should have you in stitches!

Nothing does it for me more than beautiful women with big bazookas and big guns! How she keeps from popping out of that top has physicists stumped.

They might rock your world when they appear on the covers of magazines, or strut down the catwalk, but what about when they warpaint comes off, eh? Would it be like owning a Ferrari that looks like a Ford Focus?

They chew your furniture,attract dirt like they are magnetized, eat anything and throw up what doesn't get digested and hump the leg of the person who will be the most offended. But. We love them more than words can say.

Like Brando in 'The Wild Ones' - "What are you protesting?" Reply: "Whatcha got?" Sometimes you have to take a slightly humorous approach to really get the message across. Sometimes you just wanna protest and have fun.

Just a small collection of random hot girls! It's the way every man likes their girls - hot and random!

Sometimes when you are taking a photograph the camera records an action event at precisely the right moment and shows the scene in a way that would never be possible to see as it was happening. Awesome.

I love the fact that where & whenever females gather together, the temperature begins to soar and even the dullest of parties begins to kick off - It's nature's way of letting us know who's really in charge!

Proof that under all that flubber lies a ripped body just waiting to be shown off. I just knew i had muscles. Kinda. I'm guessing that quite a lot of personal work was required to make some of these amazing body alterations posible.

It's a harsh world out there, one that craps on your dreams & punches you in the face with the cold hard truth. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. Deal with it :(