Fifties Photoshop

Back in the fifties before they had photoshop they used to use paint. Not MSPaint, actual paint. Crazy huh? Still, it beats the alternative - a realistic depiction of female beauty in the media. That'd be terrible.

It's Monday again, so steady yourself for a weekly collection of pictorial pleasures. Another batch of the juiciest nuggets of internet gold mushed together and squeezed into a vaguely cohesive whole for your admiration.

First of all why would anyone have taken these pictures and secondly why would anyone have posted them on their personal social media sites? Facebook might have 900 million users but going by this they're all retarded.

We know he who lives in a glass house shouldn't throw stones, but what about those that live in stone houses? These are 700 year old houses in Iran!

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!"

Sometimes when all you offer your employees is a boring dead end minimum wage job that could be done by a robot they will find ways to make their day a little better. Either that or they put the sign too close to the ground. Epic.

No photo is safe, they've gone too far, targetting innocent civilian photos. These are not just photobombers they are professionals, ruining photo's at will. OH THE HUMANITY. Sign me up to the war on photobombers.

The dimples of Venus (also known as back dimples) are sagittally symmetrical indentations sometimes visible on the human lower back, just superior to the gluteal cleft. Ok, lesson over for today, now sit back and enjoy.

Social networking may be cool, but just remember that your parents have access to it as well. Facebook and parents are a pretty awful combination. Unwittingly revealing intimite details about you to the world.

God's a wonderful dude, who else could have come up with the female form so perfect! Girls...I like em' small, come to think of it, i like em' big as well, short or tall - the only criteria i have is that they like me :)

Hipsters are a strange breed, especially the ones on Tumblr. They love their vague and over-emotive desaturated photoshops on that site. There are just so many of them, they needed culling. Ergo. They were ripe for trollin'