Half Life In Art

Those pesky aliens from the Half-Life game have been infiltrating art works from bygone eras, and they will not stop! You could look at it as some form of artistic sabotage or you could look on it as an improvement. We're all doomed!

Advertising is balls. It's a fact. When you see a branded bit of content you tend to sigh heavily and attempt to block out the messages, jingles and catchphrases. It's about time someone subverted them in the name of lolz!

Butter-wouldn't-melt girl next door types are all well and good but they're not as much fun as a hell raising bad girl. Here's a gallery full of ladies who don't wait until halloween to dress like they're on the game.

When people are making out and someone takes a picture it's your duty to get in the back on that shot and pull a stupid face. If you don't you're letting society down.

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

Shame on you and your dirty mind, it's nothing sexual, unless that is of course you love cars!?! If there's one thing Americans do well it's make 'American cars' - Yep, automobiles that look great with oversized wheel rims.

It's surprising the human race is alive and relatively well, if not mentally stable, after looking at these. The sins of the father and of the mother too. No doubt these kid'll grow up to be well-rounded, fully developed deviants

She just gets stranger and stranger - If I had children I'm pretty sure I wouldn't want them going to one of her live shows. Not only would they get crushed but their eyes would be burnt forever as well. WTF!?!

You've passed out due to one to many root beers and your friends have taken the liberty of abusing your comatose body. Most of this abuse you wouldn't want to be awake for but fear not, there will lots of photos.

The wife, her indoors, the trouble & strife, the ball & chain, your significant other, your better half, your other half, the little lady, the boss, the missus. Anyway I'm off for some beers, make sure dinner's ready when I get back.

What's the planet coming to when public notice boards confuse us more than if nothing was there in the first place. Somehow i reckon that all of these establishments & products gets avoided at all costs. Be afraid.