In an ideal world, we would have a perfectly good replacement hot and ready for us anytime something breaks. But of course, we're about as far from an ideal world as we can get right now.
So sometimes it's not just a simple matter of going to the store and getting another one. Sometimes you have to get as creative as the masters of improvised engineering on this list.
I'm almost curious to see how well something like this would actually work, but it really doesn't seem like it's good for the showerhead.
If it doesn't break down when it's carrying or pulling something heavy (to be fair, that's a pretty big "if"), it's close enough.
I'm not sure where this gentleman is going that requires a crash helmet, but he's obviously about to conquer something more intense than this field.
Based on the positions of his hands, it looks like this guy's practicing his scratching. Clearly, he wants to get it right before anyone else hears it.
And yeah, this probably isn't what the makers of this drill had in mind, but if it fits, its whisks. It probably has multiple settings, too.
Everyone thinks about how they'd fight the zombies, but only someone this brilliant would turn Tupperware and a pill bottle into a way to stop hitting them on the highway.
Given the choice between this and knocking, anyone delivering a package probably isn't gonna pick either of them.
Besides, if you take away the context, I can see the word "ironbroiled" catching on as a meaty selling point.
After all, I think most people would want to make sure their vacation in Hell ends up as short as possible.
Still, this probably isn't gonna make people any less likely to steal traffic cones now that they know what to use them for.
Plus, do normal car seats come in a saucy shade of pink like these bad boys? Yeah, I didn't think so.
After all, it's pretty hard to wish the dishes when you've got more water on your clothes than in the sink.
I can't see the cops being big fans of this little modification, though. Even if the info turns out to be right, they'll use it to give someone a ticket.
All I know is that we're living in 2017 and they're tryna go all the way back to 1817. I'll bet they have a sick butter churn.
And as long as the garbage collectors don't dump the mailbox, someone's got a real time-saver here.
In other words, RIP to that mailbox.
And hold on, is this woman adding to the raft as she goes along? There's something oddly satisfying about that.
