I'd Vote For Them!

You'd think with names like these, they shouldn't have even thought about going into politics. But despite being totally ludicrous, the public will probably vote for them just for a laugh. It worked for Boris Johnson.

So all you are doing is trying to take a nice ordinary, everyday picture of your friends and before you know it some major celebrity is trying to get in on the action by goofing off in the background and photobombing you. Pfft.

I'd put my 'chen' on her 'bund'. I honestly don't even know what that was supposed to mean. I think it was just meant to sound vaguely sexual. Yep. I want to do vaguely sexual things to this woman.

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.

What do you get if you cross video games and table top gaming? A kickass army from a demonic dimension, complete with Former Humans, Cacodemons, Lost Souls, Revenants and even a fat greasy Mancubus. Sterling work.

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.

It's the land of the free, home of the brave, birthplace of the American dream and host to all sorts of other freaks. Somewhere along the way the dream turned into a nightmare that some people haven't woken up from yet!

I like to party, you know, everybody does! Well at least that's what the song says & if I'm in the party mood, which is pretty much all the time, then I like to be surrounded by hawt chicks!

It's that wonderful, peaceful calm before the oncoming storm of an almighty hangover. You've had another heavy night on the booze, and you're past that point where you could fall fast asleep on a bed of rusty nails. Or anywhere.

Joy of joys! Now this is what makes a great picture, not one single duck-face in sight and just a winning smile, look, asset, whatever is making the subject matter in question 'stand out' from the crowd. WANT!

Ahhh, irony, it's life's wonderful oxymoron full of poetic FAIL! What a boring place this planet would be without it. Also where would Alanis Morissette get at least 2 albums worth of song material from?