Now what are they supposed to break over their knee after they hit the sand trap for the fifth time?
There aren't a lot of upsides to buying a crappy product, but at least there are all sorts of ways you can complain about it now.
Back in the day, my grandma would write letters directly to the companies that wronged her, but now it only takes one little tweet before somebody slides into your DMs to make it right.
Sadly, the only one who doesn't have a complaints department is the world itself. Otherwise, these people would be swimming in free stuff.
Now what are they supposed to break over their knee after they hit the sand trap for the fifth time?
Basically being told, "We are actual agents of the man you're trying to stick it to, and we just find you hilarious," must be disheartening.
And if life works like I think it does, it'll make the wind blow and set this game of 252 Pickup on level hard.
It's just too bad that they lived up to that description in the pettiest and least awesome way possible.
What did those dogs do to their soul?
The street doesn't drink, the customer wasted their money, and whoever walks through here is stuck playing live-action Minesweeper.
I love the way the top one is smudged, though. It makes the warning seem more cryptic like the bottom sign is a trap.
Actually, they should break into groups because I'll need a whole 'nother team to explain how those wires are holding it up.
I need that on my desk by 3 p.m.
Besides, even if they do find them, that fob is definitely broken, so good luck finding the car in the parking lot.
Not only that, but explaining why she's wearing those ears is gonna get really tiring after the third time or so.
That toilet would have to be magical to not just throw the whole thing away at that point. No handle jiggling, the chain never uncouples, all of that.
I would never want a canine companion to go all "Here's doggo!" through my wall, but it would just look too dang adorable to do anything about it.
Actually, you know what? I think I'd feel worse for anyone whose drink looks anything like this swampy mess.
But why else would anybody do this? Unless you're on a lifelong quest for strangely petty vengeance, it doesn't seem worth it.
Gotta say, though. That hill must be steeper than it looks for it to crash through the fence and push that Jeep.
At least if whoever lives here ever needed a pizza delivered, the driver literally can't miss it. Good luck sleeping through all the honking, though.
And before somebody hits me with that, "Um, actually, they just broke the glass in front of the lens," why would the brute stop there?