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Well, it’s only taken four years for a metal version of this to come out. But, sometimes, it’s worth the wait. So grab your air guitar, turn the volume all the way up to eleven , kick over the air amp and let’s rawk!
This song needs to be added to the next edition of Guitar Hero so we can all enjoy some of this badassery. For those about to rock, we mosh you.
A truly momentous occasion that, really, warrants an international holiday. So we could all be at home getting handjobs; men and women, all creeds and colours, rich and poor, tall and short, ugly and beautiful, bespectacled and despectacled.
But, no. Ah well, at least you can have your own little celebration of Dr. Fred Gilgoff’s incredible invention. A man more important than Einstein, Newton, even Ronald McDonald.
Posts on Facebook ruining your life? Maybe not now when you’re young and carefree but when you want that top job at Goldman Sachs selling the blood of innocents for The Man then you won’t be so cool about it.
The solution? Post more. And more. Post all the time every day, all day, all year until you post so much you’ve not seen daylight in eons and you look like Howard Hughes’s toe nails at his most reclusive. Then they’ll never find your celebratory posts about poking the Duchess of Cornwall with a stick.
You know how in Japan they always have to be just ahead of the curve, like with their flying robots and talking buildings and anime characters for president and all that. Well a three-legged race is like eating dry toast to them.
So, they get 31 children, tie their legs together and watch them race. If you thought your sports day was cool, then Japan just pwnd it.
NASA might be able to put a man on the moon, but they haven’t launched a DIY weather balloon full of 200 paper planes into space yet, carrying messages from the world’s populace on hardcore SD Memory Cards, to the edge of the earth’s atmosphere–36,500 metres up–and paper-bombed Germany with them. That’s innovation!
*slap* There’s nothing like watching the force and pent up release of a decent slap. I say watching, because you don’t want to be on the receiving end of one.
And this montage has them in abundance, in all their manifest forms, from the hard and fast, to the more delicate and playful. No E. Honda though. Shame.
You’ve got to love a fan made film; the geeky detail, the love of the source material to the point of obsession–and this is a good one.
Set in the Half-Life world, they’re managed to crow bar in all the props from the game, like, er, the crow bar and stuff.
What heavenly wonder is that? Did God just belch? Has this person died and gone to heaven only to find out it’s not some Cumulus-ridden cloudscape full of angels playing harps, but instead a modern concrete hell hole full of parked cars.
Follow those voices, follow them! And find out whence these majestic sounds are coming from. Behold! Tis angels with halos glowing above their delicate heads! Or it could just be a choir rehearsing in a car park because the acoustics are good. Nah, it’s angels in hoodies.
You know how sometimes you go to the store and it can be a little boring just walking around the aisles picking up some bleach and scourers? Well it’s time to add some fun into that weekly trip.
Simple to execute. Take out your mobile phone, find someone who won’t punch you in the eye, and then commentate to a pretend caller about what that person might be purchasing. You may be an asshole but it sure is fun.
What’s going on here? Oh nothing much, just Elmo impersonating Smeagol while the Joker has his hand up Elmo’s butt.
Precisely. It’s what you call talent, OK so it’s a little weird, the sort of thing an LSD-binge sweaty comedown sleep might produce, but talent nonetheless.
If a ginger tom can play a keyboard then, by that rationale, a shaggy dog can play the piano. And howl. Or should that be: And how!
Either way, this dog should be on a stage in a sh*thole in Tijuana, surrounded by fat women in bikinis who can make guacamole using their butt cheeks.
This fascinating programme is teaching Americans the strange and peculiar practices of the UK justice system. Behold! The pompous judges in their 18th century attire.
The tea-whiskey they drink while shouting “Guilty!” at Dickensian children who live in chimneys and wear clothes made from soot. Those Brits are double rainbow crazy. Watch this show while shouting “Cor blimey guvner, mother-dye chicken eyebrow!!!” at the top of your lungs.
What is it? No one knows, it looks like something Mad Max built when he was messed up on crazy juice. Just what exactly is going on, no one can really be sure.
But at least the guy on the bike is wearing a gas mask, safety first and all that. Come the earth-scorching, blood-raining apocalypse these are going to be your go-to guys.
While most of us spent the holidays farting turkey, skulling port, and watching the grandparents dribble, this bright young man spent it doing something that will serve him well for the rest of his life.
Well, for however long this video’s popular for anyway. And what great feat did he undertake? Why nothing less than playing the Tetris theme on The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. Kudos to this young geek.
