Bombs, skulls, explosions… throw in some hookers and it’s practically GTA 4.

Clearly a case of what happens when you have a country with a median age of 21 years, at least 13% unemployment, and a lot of petrodollars with not much to do by way of youth-activities.

This is kind of like the anti-Guitar Hero. Lots of work involved, and even when you get it right it still sounds wrong. Good times my friends. Good times.

Take to the gritty streets of Liberty City in the most realistic Nintendo game ever.

And I think it’s gonna be a long long time ’till touchdown brings me round again. To find I’m not the man they think I am at home, oh no no no…

This classic Saturday Night Live spoof commercial implores the elderly to get robot insurance, in order to protect against the ever present danger of robot attack.

Contrary to common thinking, tiny huggable-snuggable ninjas are actually far more dangerous than their average human-sized counterparts. You have been warned.

During the 1990s, Bill Geerhart wrote letters - posing as a 10-year-old boy named Billy - to serial killers and politicians alike, asking for their advice on whether he should drop out of school, and what type of McDonald’s food they like. The responses range from the helpful, to the bizarre.

I implore you, EAT THE COOKIES FASTER.

This is what Jabba the Hutt was going to do with R2-D2 eventually.

Darkness has fallen upon the Kingdom of the Taint (a.k.a. Tainted Kingdom). Demonstrate your unconditional love for the holy land of the Taint and lead it’s great armies down the dark sweaty path to victory.

This overweight seven-year-old with a huge head stole his grandmother’s SUV, took it for a joy ride, and crashed it into things. He wanted to do some hoodrat stuff.

Put on your yalmulka, here comes Hanukkah. It’s so much fun-akkah to celebrate Hanukkah.

Unfortunately for Ameriquest, they followed this motto too closely and now they’re out of business. They even gave a mortgage to that strange homeless man that defecates on the sidewalk by my office. Well, I guess he’s not homeless anymore. His house is actually nicer than mine. Still does that sidewalk pooping though.

Some people need a trained eagle and a magic sword to bring justice to evil doers. Personally I think all you need is a coat rack and one of those oily one-legged city pigeons.

Sure, the Festo Airjelly looks cool now, but just wait until an army of them are floating through the air towards your town, brain suckers at the ready.

A team of skydiving crooks led by DEA-agent-turned-bad-guy Gary Busey specialize in landing on police roofs and breaking in so their evil computer hacker can steal undercover agents’ files and sell them to drug lords. Or wait… no, it’s just an adding game.

In America, we travel on trains filled with hobo pee, and possibly hobo feces, while in Japan the populace travels in the finest of Swedish luxury.

Can there be a better way to put an engineering education to use than to develop a game simulating the fluid dynamics of mucus? Well if there is, I don’t want to know about it.

All that Killer Croc wants, is another baby. He’s gone tomorrow, boy.