Expectation Vs Reality

It's always difficult balancing expectation and reality, unless you sell fast food, in which case you just don't bother. Take a picture of a delicious meal and serve your luckless customer a pile of dogs eggs.

More truthful titles to popular movies. If movies were titled this truthfully in the first place, perhaps it could have saved us some money!

A random bunch of über-hot non-fishfaces that we can all agree are ball-achingly SUPER-HOT. Hotter than salsa dancing on the moon in an acrylic jumpsuit. Hotter than sitting on a barbecue dressed as Jabba the Hut. Etc.

Oh for those bygone days when everything was simple and internet was young. If you were a kid in the 80's or 90's, prepare to experience some extreme nostalgia. You might not know all of them, but you're bound to know at least one.

If you've never been before then it'll take a little getting use to. It's commonly referred to as the festering poop-hole of the internet and while it may be offensive, it can also be utterly hilarious.

No one can do it quite like Pamela Anderson, but these hotties give it their best try! Any of them can come rescue me and give me mouth to mouth any time!

It's that wonderful, peaceful calm before the oncoming storm of an almighty hangover. You've had another heavy night and you could fall fast asleep on a bed of rusty nails. Or anywhere.

Puppies, kittens, lambs, calfs, you name it - if they are the animal world's newest editions and wrapped in soft fuzzy fur then our brain switches into mushy-gooey-mode and all we want to do is cuddle them and keep them safe.

Sometimes our base animal instincts rise up out of nowhere and we behave like dogs, sniffing around another canine's rear quarters, only humans are so much more evolved, so we just stare wide-eyed and drool.

It's an odd combination but a strangely pleasing one. Attractive women in flight suits, attractive women in flight suits next to planes, women in cocktail dresses next to planes. ME GUSTA.

People are requesting doodles on their takeaway boxes, with surprising results. I'd be scared that the surly recipient of my order would decide to smear his or her own bodily excretions on my food rather than getting arty.