Ladies Using Laptops

Laptops are great, but you know what's even better? Ladies. As this gallery illustrates combining the two ups the awesomeness to giddying new heights. Stay tuned for next week's gallery: Ladies On Laptops Eating Bacon!

He's the greatest artist never known. Kind of like Clark Kent, walking the planet and saving mankind from themselves by the power of street-art. And now he's invaded Los Angeles, so Schwarzenegger beware!

Those clever people in the advertising industries don't get paid to pick their asses you know - well only if it was part of an advertising campaign for, say, a new chocolate raisin. Even McDonald's manages something mildly entertaining!

Whether is was a result of luck or skill, it's kinda irrelevant, what was captured was taken at exactly the right moment, capturing something that the human eye would miss and could never be repeated. Awesome.

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.

As impressive as these are it seems such a waste of the time spent creating them as they are only there for a few days at the most, before they totally dry out and fall to pieces. It must be sad to see such awesome sculptures fade so quickly.

Sometimes when you see something, you think to yourself 'My god, what an awesome idea! How did no one come up with it until now?!' and other times you'll think 'My god, what a stupid idea. What kind of moron designed this?'

Rick James never said a truer word when he sang 'Woodwork squeaks & out come the freaks' & wouldn't have been out of place amongst the characters who came to show off their home-made costumes in NYC this week. Epic.

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.

The onslaught on invading innocent photographers subjects continues, do they hate us for being so incredibly good looking? It's time to draw a line in the sand. You're either with the pouters or you're with the photobombers. Pick your side!

Get ready to slip into a cheeky London Cockney accent, "It's time to get into a f(l)ap over some birds covered in oil, and i don't mean the feathered kind! - Something tells me these chicks are waay beyond rescue me ole' mucker!"