23 Funny Pics That Live Up To Their Reputation

One time I bit down on the dentist's finger when he was trying to freeze my mouth with one of those stupid needles. I think I win. I've since switched dentists.

Not sure even Chrissy could clap back at this one. #seeingisbelieving

And me! I'm currently shoving knock-off Cinnabons from a corner store in my mouth as I type. Yay Mondays!
Editor's note: It's Friday.

Best to just keep swimming along then eh?

Don't stop BELIEVING! Hold onto that feeeeeling. Seriously though, how that duck do that? And what is even going on what that other white duck?

This one's so good I'm taking it for future use. Thank you @1MeLtro!

Me: I wish I was this happy about anything, but then again, I'm not a dog so...

Other me: Be happy for this widdle wagger, LOOK AT HIS FACE. LOOK AT IT.

Other other me: YOU NEED A YELLOW RAINCOAT. NOW. GO.

I wonder if he has more at home? Are these his favorites? HOW DOES HE GET THEM TO STAY THERE LIKE THAT? #bosscatman

The worst part is waking up the next day to freak out at him for having makeup on his shirt and then realizing it was actually you and your face has been half off the whole time.

Which is probably why there's a really weird part of me that finds this sweet. C'mon, am I really the only one.

Editor's note: yes.

10/10 would still order. Girl's gotta have her tacos, bro.

Anyone else feeling a little weird just looking at this? I mean...first, are we SURE this is the real Ed Sheeran...second: how is his hair blowing more in the wind than hers? HOW?

Like, you already made it this far on your ice cream dream mission, NOTHING CAN STOP YOU NOW. Not even having zero clue how to operate and fix an ice cream machine. Not even that.

Honestly, I like the latter stage much better. I have no time for niceties with people I actually like.

This is the exact picture that made me realize our celeb obsession really has gone too far. Way too far.

Insider scoop: They are bbf's. They planned to meet there and take this pic just do you would know how lame you really are, kid. Gramma's got you beat.

The ones who want to play and the ones who want to sleep. Neither words well for ballet at 8am, but that's somewhat besides the point now isn't it?

And just so we're clear: I am, and always will be, the kid rolled up on the floor.

Grandpa don't care about your fun. He's finally getting his few seconds of fame and no little bundle of joy will ever stand in his way.

You know, I don't even care. Call me fat. Call me bubbly. Call me happy cuz I'm gonna eat that fluffed out cookie like there's no tomorrow. Or calories.

One rodent, sooo many questions. First, what kinda conditioner you use? Second, how you get that blow out to flow like that? Third, nah man that's enough.

Like for real though, I could never date a guy this sweet because one day I just know he's gonna use that cheeky smile to ask me to go running too.

And that can never happen. Ever. Not even for love.

11. I'd honestly just put it in reverse at this point. In no world am I waiting behind this guy.

Everyone needs some space every now and then but seriously though, you okay in there bro? It's been a while and I never got my honey glazed...

And yes, I still want it.