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I’m pretty sure ‘I be a lump on you’ has never, ever been a lyric in a song in the history of all time. Unless someone had released an album about cancer. And that’s doubtful. Or maybe the NHS would consider funding it.
‘Asbestos’. Now there’s another word you wouldn’t usually find in songs. Loads of it in your roof cavity – but it’s not going to fall out of Robbie Williams’ or Shakira’s mouth. Unless they were very ill.
Now where do we start with this? There’s a lot wong here. Firstly, the words ’sexual’ and ‘harassment’ should not be uttered in the same sentence when marketing a sex toy. Surely that’s not conducive to sexual fun. And Cornbrator? What’s sensual about a corn on the cob? Maybe smear a bit of butter on there while you’re at ‘it’.
As if all that wasn’t enough, the makers have gone all out at the end. Just in case you were in any doubt as to what you were getting yourself in for. ‘Hyper Wank Device’. Lovely.
Eminem’s lost his way a bit hasn’t he? That whole sleeping pill addiction must have really hit his career hard. When he was away, not making albums, I assumed he was recovering to come back stronger than ever.
Alas not, he appears in his latest music video to be a shadow of his former self. He’s so intoxicated, in fact, his accent is slurred beyond recognition. The music’s suffering as well. Poor Slim Shady. Get well soon.
They may look cute to the likes of you and me, but it’s all about the presentation and the subtle enforcement of perception – get that wrong and you have FAIL! on your hands!
Self-shooting in the bedroom is always fraught with difficulties, next time you are looking for the right angle to convey your hawtness i’d suggest you check there isn’t a mirror in the background giving it all away…
Kids never look where they are going. It’s one of the many privileges of being young. Once you’re an adult, there’s no excuse for walking into things and generally being careless. Existence starts being predictable. Plans, responsibilities and foresight all culminate in reason and logic, and things start to get boring.
This woman was probably trying to teach the little one a lesson. Start looking where you’re going, or this’ll happen. Oh, and after that, you’re going to have to learn how to pay bills, and drive a car and fill out tax forms. Christ. Being old is rubbish, isn’t it?
Jesus Christ. If it’s not the Pope or one of his aides then it’s the bloody Bishops who are saying outrageous things. Slandering the Queen, Mother Teresa and saying strange nonsense ain’t going to win you any votes with the aetheists.
But I suppose these folk can say whatever they like cos God’s on their side. They can promote aids and deny scientific evidence til the cows come home. God’s like the best top trump card. You just can’t beat him.
You know what they say…it’s a funny old game. And this is testament to that – down right hilarious. Not only does he let a ball trickle past him at about 1MPH, but he has the stupidity to celebrate this event. Look at him, punching his chest like a triumphant Gorilla.
The first rule of goalkeeping is never take your eye off the ball. Perhaps this chap skipped the first lesson at ‘Keeper school – he knows how to save things, but the more basic ideas are a bit hazy. Anyway, the one saving grace is that the stand behind him looks pretty empty. Tis a pity, though, that Youtube is quite popular these days.
Since it’s been touted as some of the best drama ever made, I guess The Wire is now trying to conquer the comedy market. Probably due to low funds or laziness, however, producers have clearly resorted to regurgitating old scenes, with a cheap laughter track added.
You’d think with all that success they’d be able to re-shoot the whole series and make it into a sitcom. This is what happens in a recession – unemployment and poor television. I think I’ll stick to the original.
