Girls With Weapons

Two of my favourite things on the planet together at last. And a few of them seem to actually know how to hold them. The question is can they handle guns this big? A few of them look like they've had lots of practice!

I would find more images, but I couldn't be bothered. I can't even be bothered to write this caption. I'll put the TV on, pass the remote and make us a sammich would you? Oh and grab my slippers and the duvet, I might have a nap.

Nobody does f#&k YEAH better than the Americans, everything they turn their hand to they have an ability to do it like a BOSS. The only problem is, along with the good stuff, it's exactly the same with the bad. GO USA!

These women ain't just "fit" they are "PWOPER FIT": you could play their stomachs like fleshy glockenspiels. They probably get up stoopid early, but SH*T, THEY HOT!

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

Welcome to one of the most pleasurable pastimes on the whole planet, it's free, you can do it as many times and for as long you want (with the victim's consent) and it will always leave you with an enormous......smile :)

A gallery for the true chauvinists among us. For guys who aren't quite comfortable looking at ladies unless they're in front of a cooker or building a delicious sammich for their man. OM NOM NOM NOM.

Jeebus, if i ever knew i would be quoting Grease lyrics to describe seriously hawt chicks & summer when i was a kid then i would have converted to a Jehovah's Witnesses on the spot - WTF!?!

There comes a point in every mans life when trying to stay in shape is an uphill struggle and you might as well just give in to the Gut. If you're going to grow your own then it might as well be one that's big enough to rest a pint on!

Sometimes you eat the bear, and well sometimes you hang out with the bear like it was a cuddly toy - this is Casey Anderson & his bear Brutus.

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.