I have two missions with this article: to prove that signs can be the most hilarious encounters of your day and to get "Signs" stuck in your head.
Why?
Because it's a fact (duh!) and, well, everywhere a sign. Blockin' out the scenery, breakin' my mind. Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign...mission one accomplished!
Usually, you don't have to let children know that they shouldn't play with trash cans. Plus, why are the kids in an exam room? SO MANY QUESTIONS!
It's just so small. Like, what is this, a skate park for ants? Either way, no fun to be had.
I guess at some point, they DIDN'T want any of these things and have now changed their minds. Party on!
Rain or shine, you just know that this park means business — of the fun variety, and nothing less.
Am I right or am I right? Woof.
And going to the vet's is a ruff time for everyone, so it's totally a good thing. We stan a good pun.
Any joke is a good joke if it's harmless...I think.
I mean, it might not seem like the polite way to go, but if it works, it works.
But at least they have it explained to them, as well.
Surely, this isn't a good sign at all. Whatever...the cold never bothered me anyway.
And why such a large area? Something is not allowed, and I want to know what it is.
WAY TO USE YOUR SPACE, FOLKS! I feel like signs should be taking advantage of reflective surfaces from now on.
Bad karma? Heck, no! But your mother's disapproval?! THE WORST THING EVER! I would never. Don't you worry, Mother Nature.
But heck, that's a large baby, if you ask me. No idea what you feed a 57,500-pound baby boy.
And now, I feel bad for all the times that I howled at wolves. I thought we were friends.
Not helpful at all, but heartfelt AF.
