Van Damme Is The Man.

Big legs + Karate = Splits, no problem. It's basic math, really. This has to be the funniest movie supercut I've ever seen, fully of toe curlingly bad clips from 90s Van Damme crapfest movies. Pure gold.

Unlike Lauren Conrad, this cop has trouble stopping traffic. When a speeding car doesn't see him in front of a giant semi, he ends up their newest hood ornament.

If you're not excited about the latest movie in the Alien series then it's probably because you haven't watched this trailer yet. If you've seen it and still don't have a bonor, consult with your doctor immediately.

Sometimes you don't notice something that's staring you in the face until someone points it out to you. In this case it's Stanley Kubrick's use of one-point perspective in so many of his icon shots. How did I not notice this until now!?

What it lacks in complexity it more than makes up for with efficacy. All it requires is a cherry bomb and a box of matches and a mate who can take a joke and (if possible) has a spare pair of underpants.

After one fleeting date this poor fella gets a seemingly endless torrent of cray-cray texts from his bunny boiling one-night-standee. Nothing quite says DESPERATE like banging on someone's door shouting that nobody makes you smile like they do...

Irish TV host Gay Byrne asked Stephen Fry what he would say if he was confronted by God. And Fry doesn’t hold back in his reply, letting his feelings about the deity be made in the most explicit way possible.

This just may answer that old question of nature vs. nurture: Are girls naturally terrible drivers or is it a learned behavior? I have a feeling that genetical research may well yield the answers to this mystery.

The Time Lord is a bit of a randy bugger, it’s all that traversing the space-time continuum. It makes a man lonely, and when he’s surrounded by beautiful women. Well, it’s only a matter of, erm, time.

Just a gentle reminder that beer bottles can be opened with pretty much anything. An iPod, a slice of pizza, a nailgun, another bottle of beer and even your own bare forearm (presumably twist of caps only).

It’s so sweet. They must really love each other. Hang on, what’s that say at the end? He’s what! Oh man, that’s cold. That is cold.