Breaded Cats

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.

The burning question here is "would you or wouldn't you?" Do you have the confidence to date a woman who could physically overpower you in any conceivable way possible? Put like that it doesn't sound too bad.

Those pesky aliens from the Half-Life game have been infiltrating art works from bygone eras, and they will not stop! You could look at it as some form of artistic sabotage or you could look on it as an improvement. We're all doomed!

Shame on you and your dirty mind, it's nothing sexual, unless that is of course you love cars!?! If there is one thing Americans do well it's make 'American cars' - Yep, automobiles that look great with bling'd-out, oversized wheel rims.

Until I saw these pictures I never knew you could fit so many chickens onto a bike, or eggs for that matter. I wonder which idea came first? Is there anything they can't carry on their bikes? Let's see if they can transport time. Ha!

Sometimes you go out & drink yourself into a tinsel strewn, bed-sh#tting, marker-ridden, man-hugging mess, & here are those results! If they want to put people off drinking they should show these to kindergarten kids to scare them senseless.

A full century of attractive pictures of ladies heralding from the 4 corners of the internets. From web celebs that you may know, to others that you won't, every single one is worthy of some serious mouth dribbling. Phew!

Jeebus, if i ever knew i would be quoting Grease lyrics to describe seriously hawt chicks & summer when i was a kid then i would have converted to a Jehovah's Witnesses on the spot - WTF!?!

That swimsuit colour really brings out his eyes and compliments his Rubenesque body, one for the spank bank...But in all seriousness, let hope for the sake of all humanity he doesn't do Playboy.

Japan is the future and parts of it are stranger than a lot of science fiction. Where the men are schoolgirls, the schoolgirls are pillows and the women are being probed by tentacle monsters. It really is my kinda place.

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.