No matter how good we were growing up, there were a lot of times where we scared the crap out of our parents. Whether it involved doing dumb stuff that got us injured or staying out too late, I think we can trace about half their gray hairs to our behavior.
But now, it’s our turn to know how they felt. Because seeing these people in action might actually make us say, “Oh, be careful, sweetie.”
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1. I’m not just worried for whoever visits here, I’m worried for all of us.
Since we don’t know who’s doing this, nobody is safe from the hot dogulator! Especially since they would probably never go by that name in a million years.
2. Gah! Even the font seems to suggest this is more of a dark prophecy than a fortune.
Now I’m scared that the next person I encounter who won’t accept that some people heard “Laurel” and some heard “Yanny” will be my last.
3. I’ve been through some desperately hot days, but there has to be a better way of dealing with it than this hair-raising nonsense.
Maybe try to get one of those multicolored parachute things we used to sit under as kids? It seems a lot safer.
4. Yeah, the brainwave that created both of these nightmares is definitely the biggest cause for concern.
If you have an idea that makes you think, “Boy, I sure am being a whole lot like Michael Myers,” it’s probably time to stop.
He’s not a role model.
5. Yeah, that’s nice and all, but I think I’d rather find myself someone will never want to try this.
The first time I’ll say “I love you” is right after she looks at this and says, “That seems dumb and pointlessly risky.”
6. No matter what the context for this is, I absolutely forbid it.
No, this is not just a prank. I care about you all too much to let you go through something like this.
Now let’s never speak of this again.
7. Oof, here we have a man who took five pink, baggy bullets for his bae.
At least, it’s easier to say that than it is to calculate how long he had to wait before he finally got to leave the store.
8. I admire the kind of zen mastery it must take to see that giant ash cloud as a flying sand trap, but my approach would be a little different.
I’d probably just hop in the cart and scream, “Leave the clubs, it’s too late for them!”
9. OK, I’m sure this was just staged for the picture, but good luck telling my heart and brain that when I first saw it.
Plus, that hole seems a little snug for the left arm. This person may not be pretending to panic for long.
10. I won’t pretend I didn’t wanna do this as a kid, but I think even I knew that I needed web shooters first.
And unless radioactive spiders actually do give you something besides radiation poisoning, I’m guessing this person isn’t fully equipped for the job.
11. You might be wondering what I’m worried about here, but it can’t be good when we have this much evidence that someone’s cat is knowingly malicious.
If only all self-aware cats could just laze around and crave lasagna. A cat with ambition? Now that’s dangerous.
12. It’s so sad to see another helpless victim get terrorized by the Hover Twins.
Granted, they don’t do much besides trap you in a corner and float while making “wooo” noises with their mouths, but it’s still surprisingly intimidating.
Especially when you’re late for class.
13. Yikes, I think I’m just as worried for the giraffe as I am for the lady in the car.
They were just curious about each other, but neither of them asked to be showered in glass.
14. Well…yes, that’s also shocking, I guess. But I think I’ll worry about whether that box has a top first.
I know Walmart can get a little nuts sometimes, but my conscience is really not letting me accept the fact that they’re throwing customers in the Rollback cage.
15. Yeah, an emergency that happens in a place with scenic vistas is still an emergency.
If the paramedics need to show up, they’re gonna be a lot more focused on what’s literally breathtaking than the lovely view.
Like, give a thumbs-up above the water or something.
16. Yeah, you know. It’s just your average, everyday…axe suddenly flying through this poor soul’s windshield.
And the scary part is that I can’t even tell where it came from. I’m suddenly feeling a lot better about not owning a car.
