Epic Perfectly Timed Pictures

A selection of 40 pics that couldn't really have been timed any better. You've got to either be one lucky son of a gun, or a photo taking ninja to get shots as brilliantly daft and hillarious as these.

We were all there once upon a time. The internet is all shiny and new, spelling is unimportant and Lemon Party sounds like zesty fun. Before long he'll be a hollow husk fapping to gore, vore and scat with an air of bored indifference.

This guy takes photo-bombing to a whole new level! It just makes me wonder how he knows where to be all the time - WTF??

It's official, Lilo has begun her 90 days prison sentence - I wonder if she'll join the 'Bling Ring' or become some big dykes sex slave, or start some nakie bitch fights, we can but hope!

Do you wake up every morning strugling with a good excuse not to go into the workplace? Sure, your work probably sucks, but count yourself very lucky. Whatever it is you do for a living, there's no way it's as bad as any of these. Tragic.

Just because you joined up doesn't mean you'll be spending all your time running around wielding exciting bits of weaponry. Luckily there's all kinds of fun and japes to be found in the armed forces.

Nobody does f#&k YEAH better than the Americans, everything they turn their hand to they have an ability to do it like a BOSS. The only problem is, along with the good stuff, it's exactly the same with the bad. GO USA!

America's favourite couch-potato pastime comes bundled in with the other best distractions known to man. How and why football is related to women taking the gaze of every red blooded man away from the game is beyond me.

Get ready for a collection of America-mocking image macros. If you're a humorless Amerifag then you'd better look away now as you're about to be characterized as fat and stupid by some LOL-inspiring imagery.

It's a strange item. One that evokes amusement wherever it goes. Perhaps it's the strange expression on it's face or perhaps it's just the general absurdity of the thing. Either way, it's awesome and I want one.

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