Kids LOVE Haircuts!

From the looks on these kids faces you'd think their hair has feeling & they are about to be subjected to extreme torture! I guess the first time you have one it could be scary? Why do kids hate the barber so much?

You don't often see girls with heavy weaponry. You see them with lollipops and copies of that Shades of Gray thing and hair brushes and glasses of wine and other girls, but you rarely if ever see them with big guns. Until now.

Some women who post self shot phone pictures of themselves online need to steam the mirror up first or do some serious photoshooping. These women don't. These women are sublime self-shooting super-babes from on high.

Do you remember when you were a kid & used to play in the schoolyard & girls would do things... well, for girls only!? Now we have grown up and found them 'interesting' it seems that sometimes those rulez still apply.

Girls & guns, what better combo could there possibly be?. Not that it matters, there's something about a woman with a weapon, it instantly gives her attitude despite the fact she doesn't know how to take the safety off.

It's that time of the year to throw caution to the wind and release your inner wild child. Drink like your life depended on it, even though a lot of these people are gonna regret it for a long time & if they don't, they should.

Prepare to have your braincell baffled as it tries to process well known brand logos displaying a rivals name. I guarantee that some of these will leave you thinking that nothing has changed. Such is the power of the brand.

A colorful collection of wasted chicks who still manage to look cute with their heads stuck down the toilet bowl & vomit coming out of their mouths! It's amazing there was still someone left standing to capture this with a camera!

People in Phucket seem to take great delight in stabbing stuff through their cheeks. Apparently their pain brings good luck to those that they pass as they walk around town, showing off their piercings. Weird.

Only a small gallery, but seeing as it embodies some of the worst things imaginable that's actually a good thing. Every single one of these things is enough to reduce a grown man to tears amidst cries of "1st world problem!"

I once had a position in a lettuce factory and it was my job to peel off the outer leaves and cut it down the middle, then pass it on. I lasted a day. And it wasn't like I was sucking the cr*p out of festival toilets either. Crap jobs, eh?