We can all relate to the feeling I'm talking about — that "whew" moment, maybe with a bit of guilt? That's the feeling.
When your friend who's carrying a loaded tray of milkshakes trips and falls on the sidewalk, it's the smile you make after you see it but before you check to see if they're OK.
I mean, I hope you relate to this. I might go take one of those online sociopath tests.
It still sucks, but if you can get a good tweet out of it, did you really lose at all?
My coworkers make fun of me for bringing juice boxes. Who's laughing now?
"Yes, that one, the one that gives me anxiety just looking at it. Thank you, how much?"
Seriously, every living wasp is a walking, flying, bad time. I just wanted a Skittle.
I guess it's a lot easier when it's not your car, you're twenty feet away, and there's a literal rainbow.
I mean, there are some words. But I'm pretty sure the editors* will take them out.
*Editor: We did. It was...a lot.
As far as I'm concerned, Walter White was already a villain by season three.
Be right back, popping over to the café for unrelated reasons.
"Nah, nah, that's, uh...like a peephole, but for shoes. Yeah, that's it."
What horror have those pants gone through? And...are they even worth saving at this point?
I gotta say, it looks good on both of 'em. I wonder if there are matching pants, too...
Basically, this is my dream.
...or if the owner picked the name just in case it sank because they thought it would be hilarious.
Taking bets — my money's on bread.
I've never seen a duck with more of a "this is my life now" look than this. Sorry, bruh.
It doesn't matter what species you are. Waluigi is always an improvement.
