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American Football, or yankee hand-egg as it's known to the rest of the world, is just a sport like any other. With the addition of lovely ladies in lingerie however it transcends the mere boundries of sport and becomes AWESOME!

Another week rolls round and you start to make promises that deep down you have no intention of keeping. 'I will never drink again'. Of course you will, you liar, you just need to wash the ink off your face and lay low for a couple.

Looks like it's time to go 'AWWWWWW!' on an epic scale as man's best friend gets super-domesticated and dons slippers. Yep, that's right, one more step up the evolutionary ladder, thou some of these mutts don't look too pleased!

What if Marvel Superheroes sold out to corporate sponsors? Well, aside from Wolverine making enough dough to coat his adamantium skeleton in a blinging diamonds, they would probably all look like this...

One of the few joys of living in New York has to be the cab rides, entrusting your wellbeing to a man who has a name on his taxi license that would, in any other situation, make you laugh so hard you'd wet yourself.

It's what you get when you combine college girls full of hormones, no parents and LOTS of alchohol. This is one very good reason why you should study hard to get a university education gentlemen - Let's PARTY!!!

Time to witness pure evil, right down to correctly applied eyeliner, torn fishnets, asymmetric hair and a huge appetite for cake. Some of these guys have got the side-swept bangs which cover one or both eyes down to a tee!

Who doesn't love Oktoberfest? A festive time filled with ample assets, beer and lederhosen!

I like to party, you know, everybody does! Well at least that's what the song says & if I'm in the party mood, which is pretty much all the time, then I like to be surrounded by hawt chicks!

I once had a position in a lettuce factory and it was my job to peel off the outer leaves and cut it down the middle, then pass it on. I lasted a day. And it wasn't like I was sucking the cr*p out of festival toilets either. Crap jobs, eh?

Butter-wouldn't-melt girl next door types are all well and good but they're not as much fun as a hell raising bad girl. Here's a gallery full of ladies who don't wait until halloween to dress like they're on the game.