Breaded Cats

We've had planking, owling, and batmanning. Now those weird internet types have come up with another craze that will be sweeping the globe. Cat breading. Sounds ridiculous, is ridiculous, is also pretty funny.

It doesn't help that most of these people are as ugly as sin anyway, but add in the distortions from messing up a panoramic photo and you have some true nightmare fuel.

Girls & guns, what better combo could there possibly be?. Not that it matters, there's something about a woman with a weapon, it instantly gives her attitude despite the fact she doesn't know how to take the safety off.

You'd think with names like these, they shouldn't have even thought about going into politics. But despite being totally ludicrous, the public will probably vote for them just for a laugh. It worked for Boris Johnson.

There comes a time when you are at college when your dorm buddies get too tired of putting up with your mess . We've all either been the target or the author of one of these notes. Do they make a difference? Probably not?

Nowadays, if you are a girl, you can't go anywhere or do anything in private without one of your buddies whipping out their digital camera and recording the event for the internet - It's a continuing chick caught-short conundrum.

http://www.slackernetwork.com/Stunningly-Surreal-Portraits-With-Real-Animals-celeb1078.html

Those rotten Nazis, if it wasn't eugenics or Project Monarch or occult power, it was stealth planes. This was called Horten-229, but didn't get made in time to drop nukes on the Allies. If it did, we'd all be chewing on sauerkraut.

Mariel Clayton has taken one of the planet's most iconic dolls and turned her over to the dark side, swapping sugar & spice for blood and guts - Patrick bateman beware, there's a cute new psychokiller in town!

Everyone has the right to protest, but it just seems that nowadays there are as many protests to counter-protest as there are things to protest about. Behold some VERY amusing ways to disrupt a dumb protest!

Welcome to the fine line that exists between 'hawt & helpless' in relation to the fairer sex. It's a zone in which just one drink too many and all of a sudden the world/party/evening is an entirely different place for a party girl.