Worst Book Covers Ever

Not only are these off-putting but they a simply the most cringingly, hilrariously awful covers imaginable, and every single one of them is genuine. I don't know about you but I want a copy of that Tractor men one...

More evidence (as if any was needed), or maybe it's some last-minute revision of the inextricable correlation between the ambient temperature and the attractiveness of the native females. Hot weather = hot women. Fact.

It was a great New Years Eve party, wine, women & song flowed like it'd never end. Now there is the small problem about making it home, which sudddenly seems a looong way away, if you can still remember where it is?

It's enough to make you fear for future generations. Mothers seem to like to to put their kids in innapropriate sexual situations, dads love to get their kids acquanted with wild animals and guns. Why do some people breed?

There's something magically beautiful about the mixture of hot chicks, nerdy costumes and tons of cleavage! Thank god for Comic-Con!

And they do look pretty happy in those loving embraces, don't they? There's even some inter-species love going on in this, it just goes to show we can all live in peace and harmony.

It takes place on the second day of Easter and is guaranteed to make all girls wet (no, not in the way your pervy mind works), it is a peculiar custom of splashing females with cold water to purify them.

If you take a look it's plain to see that the old saying "Dogs begin to look like their owners, and vice-verca' is actually true. Just subtle similarities that make them a perfect match for each other.

Forget everything you have ever learned about bespecled ladies, it's all lies. These four eyed females are some of the most freakiest, wildest women around. Don’t you want to know what is really behind those thick-rimmed spectacles?

Unless you just happen to be an extremely fortunate man this is probably not what your girlfriend does when she has all her cute female friends round. Still, there's no harm in dreaming, if you need me, I'll be in my bunk.

So the Olympics and the paralympics are over. The races have all been run, the medals have all been handed out and the politicians have all received their rightful booing. Time to admire the subversive street artists take on the proceedings.