Unless someone really puts me through something awful, I don't usually wish anything bad on people I don't like. In fact, I hope they go on exciting adventures and make great new friends.
The only catch is that they have to do it very far away from me. I don't want to deal with them.
But let's say I was petty enough to get specific with my misfortune wish list. I still wouldn't put any of these things on it.
If the gum-chewer were a real evil genius, they probably wanted this person to wonder what else they did. Was the whole interior assaulted by their bare butt?
Like, a loud, crashing sound doesn't somehow get comforting when it's followed by an even louder siren.
At least they can't arrest a building.
The worst part about this isn't the inconvenience for everyone else. It's the part where nobody else got a cut of the take.
Come on, ATM smasher, that's just common courtesy.
I don't know who we protest to get something done here, but I'll stand behind my shorter comrades.
I mean, that's basically what I do whenever someone takes a photo.
At least this should be good news for everyone who hasn't RSVP'd yet. I have a feeling Steve's next few posts will get kinda bitter, though.
And wow, did the designer especially hate whoever sits on the right one.
Look, they have to borrow toilet paper.
Because this is a fantastic way to ruin somebody's week, but is there really that much call for random bike wheels, seats, and handlebars?
Actually, if I happened upon this by surprise, I wouldn't really have a choice. Thanks for that, Bugs.
Which is not only a horrible thing to have happen, but also something that the waiter will never believe. So they're broke and they have to spend the next hour washing dishes.
As in, they'll be aware of how dirty their car floor is, but the smell of those fries will be too hard to resist.
Because not only is he surrounded by nightmarish mockeries of his beloved cartoon characters, but he's probably also aware that his sister is slowly giving in to the darkness.
No, Bart, it's not OK.
And I wish I could tell you that it did, but this park ain't no fairy-tale world. It's suddenly a very wet one, though.
I just hope we don't start seeing this more often. Otherwise, we can only conclude that the chips have found a way to organize.
At least it only haunts CRT TVs, so you should be fine unless you've time traveled back to 1999.
At least they can just laser off the bottom part...unless they wanna throw the whole team away.
As bad as it looks, though, that's probably as good of a landing as the pilot could have done in that situation.
The point is they kept the slicey bits away, so that's A-OK.
I mean, who hasn't heard that sudden, unnerving thumping come from one of their wheels?
Just your average Thursday, right?
If they have the same attitude to roads as they do to lots, their idea of sharing is taking one for themselves and "sharing" part of someone else's.
And I've never done it, but switching between the two mid-flight must feel really weird. Like you suddenly start walking like a baby deer.
I'm just waiting for the day when one of these rascals hacks my pizza order and takes the sauce and cheese away.
There's the heat, the smell of burning grass, and the fact that it's right next to my house...
It's a hassle.
Unless this selfie is her admitting defeat after a long, hard battle, I'm surprised she could stay still for long enough to take this.
If this were me, people would probably think I was a dancing machine, because NOPE.
Only a fool does something like that, apparently. It's only Louis Vuitton and unsatisfying ravioli for the true bougies.
Of course, that doesn't suddenly make me wanna volunteer to be the guy at the bottom of this doggie pile.
An actual pile of dogs, on the other hand...
