Epic News Raider!

This guy takes photo-bombing to a whole new level! It just makes me wonder how he knows where to be all the time - WTF??

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!

Get ready to slip into a cheeky London Cockney accent, "It's time to get into a f(l)ap over some birds covered in oil, and i don't mean the feathered kind! - Something tells me these chicks are waay beyond rescue me ole' mucker!"

Sometimes when all you offer your employees is a boring dead end minimum wage job that could be done by a robot they will find ways to make their day a little better. Either that or they put the sign too close to the ground. Epic.

Someone should make a zombie movie where this happens, I wouldn't watch it, but it would be cool. It would all start when an experiment crossing genetically engineered radioactive lampreys with the common cold goes horribly wrong

Sometimes it's difficult to make a differentiation between girls in swimwear or underwear, but it's never any real problem for the males of the species because we like looking at them wearing both - So it's a win-win situation.

It's nice to have a different view of the one we are usually used to, movie icons retouched to infinity, being cool on the big screen. Well instead of looking up to them we can now gaze down as they lay drunk in the gutter!

Do you ever wonder sometimes that if there is a god, why in 'his' name did he only make the weekend last for 48hrs? I mean, i know we are meant to spend Sunday honoring his existence, but that leaves no time to look at stuff like this!

Ex-WWE Diva Stacy Keibler sure does look hot. Currently dating George Clooney, this chick has given up the world of piledrivers and body slams for photographers and skimpy underwear. Good call, Stacy.

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.

Hipsters are a strange breed, especially the ones on Tumblr. They love their vague and over-emotive desaturated photoshops on that site. There are just so many of them, they needed culling. Ergo. They were ripe for trollin'