Everyone Loves Yoga Pants

And on the seventh day, the men looked up to the heavens and cursed the Lord. "What have we done to deserve such a meagre, blighted existence" they drivelled. "Please show us you love us!" And the Lord gave them Yoga pants.

Where else can you get a job where you get to play with BFG's all day long & ride around in Humvees & helicopters & blow stuff up? Ok, so there might be a slight danger to your life, but think of the guns. The big honkin' guns!

It's always the same, isn't it, especially during the holiday season. You build up expectations in your head about how it will be and then the cold reality of 'how it really is' slaps you in the face. Sigh

One of the few joys of living in New York has to be the cab rides, entrusting your wellbeing to a man who has a name on his taxi license that would, in any other situation, make you laugh so hard you'd wet yourself.

Ahhh, where would we be without our comrades from the land of the hammer, sickle and so much 'WTF!?!' it's incredible. Where the rest of the world operates in one particular way, you can rely on Russia to do it differently.

They're your friends, girlfriends or wives who like to share a joke. They don't mind if you look because they like the attention. Women, we salute you, with our hands and sometimes with other parts of our anatomy.

Forget FaceAche & pictures of girls at the mall, or playing with dumb toy dogs, MySpace is where it's always been at for hawt chick photo action

America's favourite couch-potato pastime comes bundled in with the other best distractions known to man. How and why football is related to women taking the gaze of every red blooded man away from the game is beyond me.

Despite this amazing organ being kinda pretty important in terms of the whole human biology thingamajiggy, the human brain, from whatever scientifiic approach you take is a total scumbag. A wondrous marvel of evolution, but still a total scumbag.

As the old saying goes, "you don't look at the mantel when you're poking the fire", if you did you might drop your stroke & run screaming into the night. I guess you could avoid the horror with a brown paper bag, or better yet, a Halloween mask :(

"To have a good time - gooood time!" - Who the hell wrote that, obviously a 40yr old virgin who had No idea what they were singing about and probably never will.