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They say that you should never burn your bridges, but no one ever said anything, as far as i can recall, about blowing them up!? So start setting those fuses!
This is a game where you get to plant high explosives and brutally murder soldiers and destroy tanks & jeeps. It’s okay though because they’re obviously baddies. They are most likely Nazi-zombies from Russia or something like that.
Most freaks who love Star Wars have greasy hair, smell of basement mould, are as annoying as Jar-Jar Binks on helium, and have faces that look like Yoda’s nutsack.
You won’t get them doing exercise, but if somehow you tied it into their favourite film series. Hmm…
This guy is great. In fact…if I had my way – he’d illuminate everything for me. Anything I ever wanted to know would be delivered to me through the medium of this man’s cheery piano and wonderful lyrics. He’s posh, but boy does he know how to entertain.
There are some great lines here as well. ‘The fees are high, at college, most of the time, so was I’. Genius. If only all politicians could talk like this. You know, like the truth and that. OK – they might not need to play the piano…but it would ruddy help.
This would be a road test to end all road tests, saving the world from the devastation wrought by an out of control weather machine. If a car can save the world from the impending apocalypse then that certainly beats being able to take a corner at 60mph.
It’s like the mutant motorized bastard offspring of Snake Plissken and Frodo Baggins. Bet it could kick Optimus Prime’s ass as well.
The Minnesota State Fair, a place to get totally ripped, throw caution to the wind of change, forget about a little thing called YouTube, and just cut loose and bust some fabulous moves like it was your birth right.
Then reap the humiliation. In the Age Of Internet no where is safe. Not even Minnesota………. Oh. Dear. Me.
They say the Mother’s bond with her baby is sacred. Well, not if you have an ace Dad like this. “Oh, hey Junior, what was your earliest memory?” “Me, my brother and my Dad dancing like twats”. Look at them – their brains are synced effortlessly.
I bet Michael Jackson couldnt dance before he could walk. Well, these fellas can. Ring up Simon Cowell, get on the blower to Britain’s Got Talent and sign them up. It’s the new version of John and Edward. The talented version.
Sozzled, tipsy, wankered, pissed, three sheets to the wind, bladdered, drunk. Whatever you call it, we all like an evening on the old sauce. And sci-fi guys are no different. They may look different, but whether you’re in Lord of the Rings, in Space or in your front room in Manchester – alcohol transcends all life and existence.
And which narrow-minded fool is content with Earthly concoctions anyway? This video makes even the most exciting cocktail look drab. I want to try some ‘wake-up juice’. And not to mention that weird Dragon goo. There’s so many dimensions of drunk yet to be discovered!
Chris Morris has always had a talent for ruffling the feathers of anyone he comes across for his inimitable TV and radio shows. Here, we have a classic interview with Jerry Springer. Using false sychophancy and clever wordplay he can once again manouevre himself into a situation of authority whereby he can well and truly take the piss out of the poor old presenter.
Not only does he list bizarre and increasingly ridiculous possible titles for Springer’s…bizarre and ridiculous show, but he also gets him a little angry and gulls him into believing made-up diseases. The atmospheric music over the top just heightens the whole experience and adds a little of Morris’s well-known editing mischief. This is utterly unmatched comedy.
