Is taught a lesson by this elephant.

Would get very annoying, very soon.

Annoys sleepy cat.

Instead of a sweater, make him wear shoes.

It's a little cruel, but not so cruel it can't be laughed at.

The goddamn Vuvuzela. Not only does the Vuvuzela make us hate South Africa, it also makes us hate all of Africa, Nelson Mandela, Zebras, Monkeys, The Lion King, Animal Planet and just anything even associated with that part of the world. Vuvuzela, please GO AWAY KTHXBAI.

Because why, if you're seriously trying to figure this whole Global Warming thing out, why wouldn't you trust a guy WHO'S JOB IT IS TO FIGURE OUT ALL THINGS WEATHER RELATED. We grew up thinking that Weathermen - or Meteorologists - were the experts on weather, not Al Gore (no offense, Al!). But when a dude acts like he's all coked up on cocaine and you know he's the type of guy who just goes home and punches through walls, and maybe small children, well, how can you take that seriously? How can you take a guy like this seriously? FOR REAL THIS GUY IS WEATHERMAN NOT A PRETEND WRESTLER. 

Just kidding! She's not fat at all! In fact, she's probably anorexic! Her name is Brooklyn Decker, and she's married to that tennis player Andy Roddick - that guy who looks like Stifler, who is that guy in American Pie who wants to bang your mom.

Some quick facts about Brooklyn, who we're thinking about stalking (because why not!).

-She's 22-years-old

-She's giving you major bone right now

-She's on Twitter - which means it's easy to find reasons why she might be really annoying. Like this reason:

But then we stop looking at her Twitter feed and stumble upon photos like this and realize that we can put up with annoying people, so long as they look like the hottest freaking girl in the world.

But then we remember we're not Andy Roddick, and we don't have six-pack abs and our name isn't something awesome like The Situation. We slowly realize we're totally never going to bang Brookly Decker. Then we cry. Then we go to Subway and order some fatass sandwich, not the healthy ones that Jared orders. Then we go home, cry some more while looking at ourself in the mirror and then turn on the computer to try and find naked pictures of Brooklyn Decker on the internet.

Eventually we end up like this:

Go ahead. Get your Sports Illustrated Swim Suit Issue fix right here.

What's the deal with weathermen? They are like the Ed Hardy of the nightly news world. Total d-bags. A quick search throught the LiquidGeneration archives show you that if you've failed at life you're most likely a weatherman for the 11 o'clock news. We imagine most weathermen (oh sorry, meteorologists!) are sad, alcoholic cocaine addicted wife beaters for some reason. We have nothing to back this up, it's just a feeling we have (intuition, bitches!).  Anyway, another weatherman was acting like a complete asshat recently and we thought you'd like to know about it. He talks about his pee pee.

We don't know what's going on with this backpack, but we kind of want one. Harry Potter. Obama. Sonic. It's like all the things that are annoying, wrapped up into one thing. Brilliant.

The briliant, hipster-y (and annoying!) people at American Apparel are holding one of the greatest contests ever in the history of contests. They are searching for the Best Bottom In The World. You submit a picture of your ass and people vote on it. There's a gallery, a gallery that you can spend the whole night browsing. Really. We got no work done today because all we could do is just flip, flip, flip and fap, fap, fap through the pages of the contest. No, we're not losers. We just appreciate the good things in life. Like BUTTS. Check it out.