The Worst

Only a small gallery, but seeing as it embodies some of the worst things imaginable that's actually a good thing. Every single one of these things is enough to reduce a grown man to tears amidst cries of "1st world problem!"

It just looks like a hive of scum and villainy or like something out of a Judge Dredd comic, but this city is actually for really realz. Densely populated and largely ungoverned, it is truly unique.

If you go down to the beach today you're sure of a BIG surprise! Ok, so maybe not a teddy bear's picnic, but something just as cute & cuddly that you'd kill to take to bed with you & hold.

Welcome to the fine line that exists between 'hawt & helpless' in relation to the fairer sex. It's a zone in which just one drink too many and all of a sudden the world/party/evening is an entirely different place for a party girl.

Butter-wouldn't-melt girl next door types are all well and good but they're not as much fun as a hell raising bad girl. Here's a gallery full of ladies who don't wait until halloween to dress like they're on the game.

Some say that sarcasm is the lowest form of wit. Some also claim that a fun Friday night is huddled up indoors playing board games with their grandparents. Some sarcastic defacement brilliance on a wide range of signs for your enjoyment.

It's clothing with slogans that there really should be laws against. If your opinions can sometimes be offensive to certain people then the best thing to do is get a T-shirt with them printed on the front.

Most adverts are pretty lame and formulaeic. Not these. Someone at the creative agency has gone and outdone themselves this time and actually used a little bit of creativity. Probably the best ads you'll see all week.

She just gets stranger and stranger - If I had children I'm pretty sure I wouldn't want them going to one of her live shows. Not only would they get crushed but their eyes would be burnt forever as well. WTF!?!

Who doesn't like thongs? Surely one of the greatest inventions man has ever come up with, second maybe to only the micro bikini. Forget the internet, forget the printing press, forget penicillin, this is what's it's all about.

How is it that your damn phone always decides to go into troll mode whenever you are either texting parents, loved-ones or in the worst case, the wrong person. These are some serious casualties of the iPhone auto-correct nemesis.