You walk into the bathroom, you’re just some chick. You look in the mirror, you’re just some chick. You pick up the hairdryer, you’re just some chick. You switch on the hairdryer, suddenly you’re transformed from just some chick to “hey, you’re that chick who had powder blown all over her face hahahahahahaha.”

This is good for a multitude of reasons, one being that it just is, another being that good ole Rick finally got paid for all this nonsense, but the main one being that Rick Rolling is no longer subversive (anyone remember how it started?) and will go away and be replaced by something new and shiny.

Still one of the funniest things ever. This is what happens when you give a bunch of soldiers LSD. Obviously. What did they think was going to happen? Had they never tried it? If you want to turn a bunch of men into crazed psycopathic killers give them PCP. If you want to turn them into a bunch of harmless incompetant goons, give them acid.

A great ad for, of all things, milk. Despite watching several I’m still not convinced milk helps you stand up better, but nor do I care one fucking button. It’s people falling over like spastics and it’s hilarious, especially the fat running idiot who just won’t pay attention to signs from God, even when they hurt. And the music is emphatically not the Beatles. it’s Herman’s Who?mits.

A great promo for the Whiley / Ronson tune Cash in my Pocket. It points the way forwards for all those city fuckheads who are single handedly (OK, maybe those cunt politicians helped out an awful lot) responsible for landing us in this terrible economic mess by forcing us, often at knifepoint, to max out our credit cards buying garbage and to mortgage ourselves into the next century on some crummy 4 bedroom house in Basildon that’s now worth fucking jack. Cunts.

I’m guessing this wasn’t supposed to happen. The guy gets grade A dude status for not just shitting in his pants and letting go, but he was definately terrified beyond sanity. Those whoops when he finally comes crashing back down to earth are a rather transparent attempt to disguise the fact that for about 10 seconds he was staring death right in the eyes.

cat. Hurts. Itself. Ha. Ha. Ha.

Bringing people back from the dead to help you sell electronic consumer products may not be the new rock and roll, and some might say it’s pretty creepy, but bringing them back from the dead to play table tennis is just fucking cool. Frankly, I’d buy fresh dog shit if it was sold yo me like this.

I’d love to tell you that you must watch this for the trenchant satirical comment. But the truth is you should watch it if you want to be mildly amused whilst getting to watch lots of lovely tits under the pretence that you’re watching trenchant satire. If you catch my drift.

OK, this is just cool: God’s eye view on how we’re fucking up the planet. If this is what the Big Man has to sit and look at all day it’s no wonder the odd airplane occasionally goes down killing everyone on board for no discernable reason. Human error my arse, it’s a quick flick of the devine digit, ni vue, ni connue. I mean, wouldn’t you?