You can’t beat a good “NOOOOOOO!!!”, it sums up all the drama and over-the-top appeal of fictionalized moving images. And here are a bunch of them all edited together for our pleasure. They’re all here, long, short, epic, slow, fast, anguished, punctual. All of them. YEEEEEEEAAAAASSS!
If you don’t like the films of Stanley Kubrick then you probably can’t see or hear, perhaps you’re a zombie. They’re more Romero fans. However if you’re a living, breathing humanoid then you’ll enjoy this homage montage (homtage?) of edited scenes from all (except Spartacus) of his movies. Awes.
The Food Liberation Army in Finland have…*dramatic pause*…kidnapped a Ronald McDonald statue and are now holding him hostage unless their demands are met. Demands about getting some free Big Macs, some large fries, a couple of chocolate milkshakes and a Quarter Pounder with cheese, but hold the gherkins.
All those naysayers that talk about how wrestling’s a fake sport, well here’s the evidence to prove you wrong. Take that! Just watch what happens in this clip and then tell me that it’s all a set up. How could something like this happen if they were all just acting, huh? Riddle me that Mr and Mrs Naysayer from Skeptic Avenue.
Time was young boys wanted to be spacemen, cowboys, arctic explorers or some other such adventurer. No more, now the geek rules and so when a young boy’s grown up they want to be an Information/Software/Whatever engineers calculating Calculus. You’ve got to love the math.
Finally the voice of reason in the courts of America. If this young girl stabbed a classmate then she deserves to be tried as a huge black guy, who probably freebases crack whores into his skull. Because THAT is justice in America today. The children, think of the children, then try them as African Americans.
Aka The ‘Douche Network’, full of beer-guzzling, brotastic frats. Puking up Yager through their nostrils, binge injecting kegs of beer into their buttholes and partaking in all sorts of real dumbass behaviour, for they are men. And not just any men, but bro-men. Just don’t call them gay. Even though they like getting wasted and wrestling each other in their underpants.
Prepare to experience AWESOME gone insane! You know how it is, you’ve been out on the sauce all night. Why not, but then suddenly you’re booted out of the bar and left to find your way home. Time for the booze compass to kick in, which fortunately it does, but guides you home via the end of the train line. Ah well. Then you get home and THIS happens. Bleurgh. That’s life.
Looks like this televangelist has been under the tutorage of Yoda and turned to the dark-side, rather than the big guy upstairs. OK, so the bearded one can maybe throw some bolts of lightning or smite the odd heathen swine, but that pales in comparison to wielding a lightsaber and striking down his flock like an angry Anakin who’s just discovered someone’s eaten the last of his Frosted Flakes.
This behemoth of a slip and slide truly warrants the term epic. For that is what it is. But watching it is slightly annoying because you just want to be there having fun; slipping, sliding. Wonder how long it took to build this monster? And I wonder if they’d mind building one in my back garden. We might have to bulldoze a few of my neighbours’ properties to make space, but they’ll understand, they can even come play.
Those death-heavy-Satan-black-metal fans get younger every year. In my day you’d sacrifice children as young as that to Golthacultmicon, the slathering, unholy demon-god of metal who only spoke in shrieks and farted distorted guitar sounds. Now they’re the ones running the operation. Still, good to see the young ‘uns projectile vomiting blood.
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