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.
