The epic battle for supremacy has begun. The scissors will take it, they are a cut above the rest ;)
– via Dark Roasted Blend.
The epic battle for supremacy has begun. The scissors will take it, they are a cut above the rest ;)
– via Dark Roasted Blend.
Fridays are good for many things, and one of them is goofing off when you should be working. And to prevent you from being a productive member of the workforce today, I give you Closure.
It’s an inventive platform puzzle game with an ominous soundtrack and quite unusual gameplay mechanics. Telling you anymore will ruin your experience (that and I’m frakkin’ lazy to type).
Go with the light and play Closure at Newgrounds [NOTE: You will need to download and install Flash Player 10 to play this game] – thanks Tiny Tim!
…and no it hasn’t got anything to do with bras or other breast storing facilities! OK lady readers I don’t know about you, but I’ve had enough of boobies etc for the week. I mean I’m not against titties – I have them, half (or slightly more) of the world’s population have them, but I like to see the odd useful thing on the web. Anyway I was browsing another great blog – Neatorama – and I came across this cool and handy lamp that doubles as a place to hang your earrings.
Californian-based Elizabeth McGrath lives on the darker side of life. I think it has to do with her fascination for the grotesque and general detritus, which comes through in her sculptures of creatures from the darker corners of the streets, the city, the imagination. She’s also called Bloodbath McGrath.
Hit the jump for more images.
It’s not all Tom Ford suits and La Perla “Grigioperla” swimming shorts when it comes to being a 007 in the slums.
You tested your patience in Perfect Balance, now try Two Rooms.
Two robots (possibly in love) are stuck in different rooms, their desires separated by an impenetrable wall of hate. You need to use both logic and speed to free them from their confines. There are variety of walls, switches, and other obstacles you can use to interact with the environment.
There are 30 levels in total. Play it at Kongregate.
Here are the controls:
God I love the Japanese. They always create the coolest shit that I’ve always wanted. Ever since I was young, I yearned to harness the power of a thousand flying cockroaches and use them to unleash all hell upon the school bully who took my packet of chips and didn’t even say “Thank you”. Bastard. In any case, the RC Flying Cockroach from Japan gives you control of your very own winged harbinger of death. It operates for up to 30 minutes per charge and comes with a handy roach docking station. It’s priced at USD 59.99 from Gizmine.
– via DVICE.
Holy Freakin’ Bazookas Batman! Here at the Onelargeprawn blog we flit one crazyhead to another. And here’s the next exhibit at the circus. Brazil-born Sheyla Hershey is the proud owner of the world’s largest breasts, measuring in at an outrageous 38KKK!
5’3″ Hershey who lives in Houston, Texas, was a back-aching 34 FFF after eight surgeries, but she had dreams of even bigger mammaries. Texas law restrained her from getting the surgery done in the US – the state limits the amount of silicone that a person put in their body before it will, oh I don’t know, KILL THEM. To solve that issue, Hershey flew back to her native Brazil where sill health laws don’t apply as much, and got the necessary enhancements to push her to 38KKK.
Hit the jump for more pics. [Warning: very bad use of Photoshop filters]
Admit it.You’ve always wanted a Death Star to go roaming around the universe crushing little civilizations with your mighty pew-pew laser. Did you ever think how much it would cost to build a Death Star? Ryszard Gold certainly did, and after some calculations, hits us with the price tag that’s clearly out of this world Coruscant:
$15,602,022,489,829,821,422,840,226 and 94 cents.
Click HERE to see how he got to that figure.
Dominique Fisher is madder than a bag of ferrets. After meeting random man Wayne Robinson in Blackpool UK, she invited him to go to her flat in Blackburn the next day, for a “cup of tea”. Being the sex-loving type, Wayne happily agreed, and after the festivities, promptly went to bed. Drunk-as-fuck, he slept soundly through the night. And in the morning he woke up, not to breakfast in bed, but to find that she had carved “Dominique” on his right shoulder! He also had multiple slashes on his left shoulder and arm and a star design on his back.
Horrified Wayne had this to say about being branded:
“When I woke I was covered in blood. Dominique was snoring. I just had to get out of there. I didn’t even wake her to ask what she’d done.”
“I’m scarred for life. I wish I’d never met her. I thought I was going there for a good time and if I’d known what was going to happen I’d never have gone near her flat.”
Full article at The Sun.