If Your Dog Could Text...

Let's say your beloved mutt managed to grow some thumbs and was able to use a cellphone—it would probably be a very bad thing because you'd end up getting texts like this ALL THE FRIKKIN TIME.

Most of these don't look like they'd pass an MOT, but maybe that's the look they were going for? If Mad Max was a used car salesman this is probably what his lot would consist of. Loads of rust but still kinda cool.

Because for some unknown reason there's an intrinsic charm to women with weaponry. Maybe it's just because they combine two of a man's favorite things. If she was also carrying a beer and a tasty bacon sammich, she'd be perfect.

"Houston, we have a problem" - I love a toned chick, but when she has a six pack and guns that would put you to shame then you know that this girl means business! Somehow i think i can predict who'd be the boss in the bedroom!

A photo that you can keep hold of into your old age, that you can look back on and gaze into the full majesty of your youthful prime. Unfortunately for this lot, their prime was not very majestic. Fortunately for us, it was very amusing.

If attractiveness was a mathematical equation then the amount of skin on display would be an all important ratio. That's why women look so much better when summer rolls around and they disrobe a bit.

Defending the Galactic Empire and fighting the Rebel Alliance can take its toll and so when these guys get a day off they like to relax, even if they have to stay in uniform. So that means breakdancing, feeding the pigeons, going fishing, the usual.

I wish I knew what bait to use to catch gorgeous beauties like these! Like they say, it's not the how deep you fish, it's how well you wiggle your worm!

Ready for some cats with Nick Cage's face shooped on to them? Yeah, me too. Despite a laundry list of some pretty-dammed god-awful career decisions, the intenet really does love Nick Cage. Perhaps a little too much...

Welcome to the fine line that exists between 'hawt & helpless' in relation to the fairer sex. It's a zone in which just one drink too many and all of a sudden the world/party/evening is an entirely different place for a party girl.

A drink or two is very social, a nice thing to do amongst friends at a pre-arranged occasion, nothing wrong with that at all. however, if you go waay past that into double figures then things all start to deteriorate at an alarming rate. Be afraid.