Could a pair of jeans beat you in an arm wrestle. Probably. Could a ginger kid on a scooter get more chicks than you? Definitely! Here’s a pair of jeans built using space technology are put to the test by a guy flying around on a scooter like a ninja who’s tired of walking places. The jeans survive, proving they’re stronger than Superman’s bogeys and could definitely have your dad in a fight. And remember, chicks dig heros!
Well now isn’t this just so darn cute, Hessian Hobbies help dads connect with their children through the medium of craft. Helping build that father-daughter bond until it’s a concrete structure of positive energies and love. What exactly do they make, you ask? Little clay models that they can shoot the crap out of, which then ooze pools of blood. What else?
Holy fucking hell, more evidence of extra-terrestrial beings out there watching us waiting to steal our eyes with weapons that look like eye drops then rape our souls. This one looks a little bit like a skinned chicken, not sure what we’re to make of that. Maybe the chickens are actually Martians and we’ve been mistreating them all this time. Shit, quick someone take them all for a nice trip to wherever it is chickens go on holiday. And give them a Thai massage.
I kinda feel sorry for Brad, he has the virtual world at his fingertips, eagerly awaiting his next spellbinding webcast and you can almost smell the leet hormone getting ready to do its work – THEN….the gods of the internet decide that Brad is destined for the fate of n00b….the result is magical….”OH GOD, I CAN’T STOP IT!”
This has got to be one of the first times someone’s paired beatboxing with a cello, uniting those two music-making methods, finally. It’s taken a while but Julie-O being the man he is stepped up to the mark, said, “I’ll get this one boys” and brought them together through the sweet sound of song. Brauv to the O.
The stirring emotion, the rising crescendo of music to accompany the character’s story arc boiled down to a few concise minutes while revealing just enough but not too much about the film in question. This trailer has it all, it ticks every box that needs to be ticked. All it needs is some overblown praise full of superlatives and hyperbole and then it’s journey as the most formulaic trailer ever made would be complete.
The majesty of the cosmos shot in time lapse at El Teide, Spain’s highest mountain. So you can gape with slack-jawed awe at the Milky Way transforming the heavens into a dazzling natural spectacle of galactic grandeur and unearthly beauty. Plus it’s a good spot to watch out for the oncoming alien invasion!
Happy Friday, make it a good one because the world’s about to get all Independence Day on our asses. First it’ll be the White House then Paris, then some hick in the middle of nowhere and then they’ll come for your children and your pets!! Or maybe they’re like the nice aliens from Close Encounters. Or maybe it can be explained away rationally. Or maybe it was a new Michael Bay film. Or maybe we’re alll doomed from alien lazer beams to the eye socket.
Yeah, like this isn’t disturbing in anyway, shape, or form. Apart from the form of a human child. But who doesn’t like eating babies? M’mm they taste so delicious, you can’t blame these people for wanting to devour one. Oh, what, it’s only a cake? Ewww, in that case it’s disgusting, what kind of sick, evil weirdoes are these people? For the love of a chaotic universe, will someone please arrest and detain these twisted soulless freaks.
Well now here’s a generous fella, handing out hip-hop at a price that we can all afford. Mr. Mystro takes to the streets of London and places down his stereo and raps for anyone, whether you’re a hoodie wearing, beer-swilling teenage miscreant or a tourist or a suited banker or the pavement or a building. Mad respect, yo.
Intergalactic pr0n is what those Jedi knights were really searching for. Using the Force they were seeking out the finest adult entertainment the universe could offer. Featuring an abundance of purple lightsabers and strange creatures from all over the galaxy, in a film that is the holy grail of weird fetish alien porn. Plus an unshaven Chewie is truly a sight to behold. Hand solo, indeed.
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