And You Thought Your Job Sucked!

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?

No photo is safe, they've gone too far, targetting innocent civilian photos. These are not just photobombers they are professionals, ruining photo's at will. OH THE HUMANITY. Sign me up to the war on photobombers.

This Brittish hottie's smoking body certainly knows how to perfectly fill out a bikini. I'd be her cabana boy any day!

Christmas is rapidly approaching which can mean only one thing. Office parties. If you're a fan of free drink, office indiscretions and waking up with a raging hangover, you're in luck. Also, if you like galleries you're in luck as well!

You will NEVER regret spending a day marveling at God's wonderful creations, the cool water on your body, the soft sand beneath your feet AND the overload of beautiful beach babe butt in your face - DAYUM!

It's not always a sure thing that when you point a camera in someone's direction that they will oblige with a pose and a smile. But when it comes to cuties the chances of success go through the roof, smile or not!

People in Phucket seem to take great delight in stabbing stuff through their cheeks. Apparently their pain brings good luck to those that they pass as they walk around town, showing off their piercings. Weird.

Despite this amazing organ being kinda pretty important in terms of the whole human biology thingamajiggy, the human brain, from whatever scientifiic approach you take is a total scumbag. A wondrous marvel of evolution, but still a total scumbag.

You know you have achieved advertising in it's purest form when copy is no longer necessary to promote the brand product that you are working on. There are some epic campaigns that words cannot describe.

Females, sometimes there's no logic to them, however much you try to rationalize it, the best thing is to let them get on with it (if it involves interaction with you), whatever it is the hell they think they're doing?

Those rotten Nazis, if it wasn't eugenics or Project Monarch or occult power, it was stealth planes. This was called Horten-229, but didn't get made in time to drop nukes on the Allies. If it did, we'd all be chewing on sauerkraut.