Apocalyptic Automobiles

Most of these don't look like they'd pass an MOT, but maybe that's the look they were going for? If Mad Max was a used car salesman this is probably what his lot would consist of. Loads of rust but still kinda cool.

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?'

It's quite possibly more than any mortal man could probably take in one go, imagine, a double-dose of booty-bewb beautifulness! If you haven't got enough up in the front for regular cleavage why not try some booty cleavage?

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.

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.

Holding photographers hostage and demanding to in in the shot, these terrorists are the worst kind of people. In fact, if it was these types that were being held and tortured in Guantanamo, nobody would mind in the slightest. FACT.

They might rock your world when they appear on the covers of magazines, or strut down the catwalk, but what about when they warpaint comes off, eh? Would it be like owning a Ferrari that looks like a Ford Focus?

It's Monday again, so steady yourself for a weekly collection of pictorial pleasures. Another batch of the juiciest nuggets of internet gold mushed together and squeezed into a vaguely cohesive whole for your admiration.

Not having 20:20 vision might be a disadvantage in some ways but it's won't stop you from being blazing hawt, as any of these optically impaired turbo babes will demonstrate. There really is something about a gal in glasses.

The age of the self-shooting sweetheart is definitely upon us with a fine display of intimate self-portrait perfection. Forget the lighting, the background and just concentrate on the superb subject matter.

They chew your furniture,attract dirt like they are magnetized, eat anything and throw up what doesn't get digested and hump the leg of the person who will be the most offended. But. We love them more than words can say.