MotoGP Paddock Girls!

Two of the planet's greatest things paid up at last! Nothing brings out the hotties quite like motorcycle racing! Here's a great collection of some of the team girls!

Please let me take one, i'm not fussy, any of them will do, honest! If only life was that simple, walking up to a beautiful chicks and saying 'I'll take you please' and that was all there was to it. DAMN :(

I never really understood the whole point of Twitter until I saw some of these Tweet-ettes. All you need to do to really get the most out of this social networking platform is follow some luscious ladies who like to flaunt their feathers.

The world is indeed a wonderful place. Behold the advantages of mixed-gender dorms opening up at a college near you. If you are lucky enough to be attending one of these then these are some famillar sights. Sigh.

More exciting than watching your first child being born whilst walking on the moon on an IV drip of cocaine, or winning the superbowl & then discovering you have superpowers. Too bad you won't remember it in the morning.

Sure, going out with friends and consuming alcohol can be incredibly suave and sophisticated, but more often than not it descends into uncouth shenanigans and tomfoolery. For shame!

Facebook. This is the place you come to show the world and your friends just how bad you are at grammar & spelling is. Prepare for a merciless put down if you manage to screw absolutely ANYTHING up!

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.

Ahhh, irony, it's life's wonderful oxymoron full of poetic FAIL! What a boring place this planet would be without it. Also where would Alanis Morissette get at least 2 albums worth of song material from?

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.

Catching guys checking out chicks is one of our favorite pass times. The little look as they walk passed then the full turn around to look at the booty. I've heard some refer to it as an art form.