If Your Dog Could Text...

Let's say your beloved mutt managed to grow some thumbs and was able to use a cellphone—it would probably be a very bad thing because you'd end up getting texts like this ALL THE FRIKKIN TIME.

Tell me, i've always wondered, If you shoot yourself with your phone is that social suicide? I only ask because if you post the results to the interwebs and are not cute enough to make the cut you suffer social death.

Well hello Jessie, enchanté, mon plaisir *kisses her hand* She certainly seems to like taking photos of herself, which is good news because I bet there are plenty of guys happy to look at this narcissistic honey.

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!

I bet you were thinking i was talking about funbags, you did, didn't you? Well, you were olnly half-right, this is the ultimate double damsel delight, yep, twins! Just imagine it - PERFECTION!

Its plain to see that the old saying "Dogs begin to look like their owners, and vice-verca is actually true. Just subtle similarities that make them a perfect match for each other.

You know, i've always thought about getting a small tattoo, you know, maybe a cute bunny wabbit on my butt, or maybe 'I love my mom' on my upper arm - But these criminals have clearly decided no to take the 'subtle' approach!

How do some girls still manage to look cute with their heads stuck in the toilet?

Despite the prequels, everyone loves Star wars. So much so that they will even risk imprisonment to create Star Wars art! There's no chance for Lucas to mess these up unless he's got a bucket of whitewash.

Proof that under all that flubber lies a ripped body just waiting to be shown off. I just knew i had muscles. Kinda. I'm guessing that quite a lot of personal work was required to make some of these amazing body alterations posible. Respect

It's a harsh world out there, one that craps on your dreams & punches you in the face with the cold hard truth. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. Deal with it :(