Gaming Heaven

Some say that E3 isn't what it used to be. That it's become more of an event for industry insiders that actual gamers. If these pictures are anything to go by though, those reports have been greatly exaggerated.

Just remember, you will never give less of a f#ck than when you are a child. Kids are like little rockstars who don't need drugs and alcohol when they trash the place and defecate on themselves, it's just who they are - Be AFRAID!

We all love a ranga, it's good to get a bit of variation in the mix & if the carpet matches the drapes, then you know she's for real. But remember, along with that firery passion comes a matching temper. 'Fire in the hole!

Those clever people in the advertising industries don't get paid to pick their asses you know, well only if it was part of an advertising campaign for, say, a new chocolate raisin. Even McDonald's manages something mildly entertaining!

They might rock your world when they appear on the covers of magazines, or strut down the catwalk, but what about when they warpaint comes off, eh? Would it be like owning a Ferrari that looks like a Ford Focus?

It's that time of the year to throw caution to the wind and release your inner wild child. Drink like your life depended on it, even though a lot of these people are gonna regret it for a long time & if they don't, they should.

It's Monday again, so steady yourself for a weekly collection of pictorial pleasures. Another batch of the juiciest nuggets of internet gold mushed together and squeezed into a vaguely cohesive whole for your admiration.

If you want your cosplay costume to be instantly recognisable, it's probably best to plump for something nintendo themed. Plumbers, bounty hunters or Hyrulian heroes. People are bound to know who you are straight off.

And on the seventh day, the men looked up to the heavens and cursed the Lord. "What have we done to deserve such a meagre, blighted existence" they drivelled. "Please show us you love us!" And the Lord gave them Yoga pants.

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!

The workplace is the perfect place to let loose a little bit of that rage inside you, but only in note form. We've all been wound up by those disappearing drinks and stolen mice. So use words & not bullets to hit back.