Fifties Photoshop

Back in the fifties before they had photoshop they used to use paint. Not MSPaint, actual paint. Crazy huh? Still, it beats the alternative - a realistic depiction of female beauty in the media. That'd be terrible.

Disclaimer: We cannot guarantee that the following chicks are bone-fide geeks, but we can assure you they are cuties using stripped-down computers, or is it the other way around?

The title has no relation to the sumptuous selection of babes except that a lot of these chicks do seem to be gravitating towards the corner of the room - Dirty Dancing it aint'....But then again :)

Learn the true meaning of humility when someone pwns your ass for it.

Who the hell is she, you may ask? Well she's a flipping hot Finnish starlet called Anna Falchi - Born waay back in 1972, she nevertheless looks amazing, with a body you'd be happy to find on a woman at least 15 years younger!

Your wedding is supposed to be one magical day to remember. I certainly wouldn't forget my wedding day if I had one like any of these! WTF?

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.

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.

Sometimes you go out & drink yourself into a tinsel strewn, bed-sh#tting, marker-ridden, man-hugging mess, & here are those results! If they want to put people off drinking they should show these to kindergarten kids to scare them senseless.

No other acronym accurately and succinctly summarises what is going on in each and ever single one of these photographs. What is going on here? We don't know. And we don't want to know. The only thing for sure is 'WTF!?!'

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.