What’s that you say…dance? Dance when? Now? Everbody Dance Now? Ok then.
I’d have to be seriously intoxicated to be able to move in this manner, so I am happy to view it from the safety from my sofa. And there’s no need to worry about your own abilities, I mean, because they’re animated, right? Whatever – watch and enjoy. Especially the guy in the suit.
You’ve seen him on Shooting Stars as the van owning simpleton, well here he is at an event for Depression. If I was depressed, I think Angelos would turn me round. Especially when offending this intensely annoying interviewer.
Apparently people thought he was real when he first apppeared on Vic and Bob’s absurd quiz. I can see why. He’s totally immersed in his ridiculous character and getting more and more attention from comedy producers as a result. Long live Epithemiou.
This must have taken an age to set up. This guy is really committed to testing the small print on products. Maybe he’s the guy that knows that watches are resistant to a certain depth. He’s down there, risking his life testing them all. Dolls with forks? Shark attacks? Man this is some robust memory. Shame the human brain isn’t the same.
This should be the official training routine of the British Armies. Forget firing ranges and obstacle courses, you ain’t fit for war unless you’ve withstanded what the Samsung Memory Card has been through. Simple.
Some people might consider this a useless pursuit. Why would anyone watch Synchronised Walking when you have football or rugby. Well I for one am fascinated. I have respect for someone who can dribble past 2 Chelsea defenders, but it doesn’t come close to the admiration I have for these chaps.
Forget Rooney, it’s these lot that should be on £150,000 a week. Look at the way they march by, not even brushing each other. Absurd, maybe, but no more random and bizarre than 11 men chasing after a bit of leather.
I know they’ve been around for a while, but this may be the oddest group in the world. Terrible rapping, awful tattoos, and even worse lyrics.
“All up in the interweb”? Really? Well, sir, I would but the argument forward that you still ARE a loser and a psycho.
Just like there is no need to hide the fact that you are gay, who needs to be modest about playing some of the biggest roles in film history? By their very nature, actors should be confident and flamboyant.
Wear your t-shirt with pride, Sir Ian. March for your right to be in huge blockbusters. Never surrender your opinions.
I’m pretty sure ‘I be a lump on you’ has never, ever been a lyric in a song in the history of all time. Unless someone had released an album about cancer. And that’s doubtful. Or maybe the NHS would consider funding it.
‘Asbestos’. Now there’s another word you wouldn’t usually find in songs. Loads of it in your roof cavity – but it’s not going to fall out of Robbie Williams’ or Shakira’s mouth. Unless they were very ill.
Now where do we start with this? There’s a lot wong here. Firstly, the words ’sexual’ and ‘harassment’ should not be uttered in the same sentence when marketing a sex toy. Surely that’s not conducive to sexual fun. And Cornbrator? What’s sensual about a corn on the cob? Maybe smear a bit of butter on there while you’re at ‘it’.
As if all that wasn’t enough, the makers have gone all out at the end. Just in case you were in any doubt as to what you were getting yourself in for. ‘Hyper Wank Device’. Lovely.
