Brave Kids Riding Dangerous Animals!

Nothing can stop these young whooper-snappers from conquering brave new worlds on their trusty mounts! Tomorrow's generation has NO fear!

I love a themed party, why? Well, for one it's a chance to adopt an alter-ego personality & of course the other reason is that chicks seem to love come dressed, well, in not very much at all - Let the party begin!

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?

First of all why would anyone have taken these pictures and secondly why would anyone have posted them on their personal social media sites? Facebook might have 900 million users but going by this they're all retarded.

Not having 20:20 vision might be a disadvantage in some ways but it's won't stop you from being blazing hawt, as any of these optically impaired turbo babes will demonstrate. There really is something about a gal in glasses.

The art of cleavage is an totally under appreciated skill. It's not all about the size or quality of the asset, but how it is presented, as you might find if you were lucky enough to get acquainted with some of these ladies.

Time to get totally lost in translation. Either these establishments took Google Translate as gospel, or they were a victim of a western employee who'd just found out what his funky Asian tattoo really said!

It's clothing with inappropiate slogans that there should be laws against their owners wearing. If your opinions can sometimes be offensive to certain people then the best thing to do is get a T-shirt with them printed on the front.

As my dad used to say, "let sleeping girls lie", or was that dogs, who cares! There is something mesmerizing watching a cutie cuddle up and close her eyes - I LOVE the total vulnerability of a female when she is fast asleep.

Awwww, 'Monday', doesn't the thought of it make you want to jump out of bed and grab the week by the scruff of the neck and say "THANK YOU, I LOVE WORKING!", thought not, me neither. Here's some pics to numb the pain.

More evidence (as if any was needed), or maybe it's some last-minute revision of the inextricable correlation between the ambient temperature and the attractiveness of the native females. Hot weather = hot women. Fact.