Beer Bong Fails

I really don't know why I've never seen this before but why has no one tried girls covered in beer porn? I mean its a pretty bad waste of beer but the viewing figures would probably cover the beer outlays, brb registering girlscoveredinbeer.com

Imagine life as just one big ocean, filled with cuties. All you have to do is dip in your rod and before long you'll get a nibble. Now if only things were as easy as that there would be no more wars and total world peace. Nice thought.

Life's a peach if she's got a behind you could rest your beverage on, but that would be the last thing i would be doing around these amicable-asseted angles. The perfect combination of slim frame and a unbelievably curvy booty.

Did these people get dressed in the dark or what!? With so much clothing available in every high street, it makes you wonder what went through the minds of these folks when they got dressed that morning. Surreal.

The war on photobombers continues. No where is safe, wherever there is a photo being taken there will be some sick individual waiting to destroy it. They hate us for our freedoms *sniff*

He will never be able to get rid of the little kid/Harry Potter image however hard he tries. In the later pictures when he is trying to look tough/sexy/thoughtful he looks like a biggest weiner on the planet. unlucky kid.

Emma Watson. She's undeniably cute, but you can't help but feel a little weird saying it. All those years of Hogwarts have left it's mark on your conscience. I think it's finally time for an amnesty. She's 21. It's okay to fancy her.

Imagine if, instead of putting gushing quotes on movie posters, they had the one-star amazon reviews on instead.

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.

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.

How is it that your phone always decides to go into troll mode whenever you're either texting parents, loved-ones or in the worst case, the wrong person. Some serious casualties of the iPhone auto-correct nemesis.