When we see something that melts a little piece of our soul, we often can't look away. But some things are so aggressively strange that they'd probably grab our heads and growl, "Look at me" like the Joker if we did try to look away.
I know that's not making these wild pics sound very fun, but they are. They're just in-your-face about it.
It may have been called Monstro, but but the real monster is whoever made this one's eyes.
Are they covered by the pants? Are they buried in the ground? Who knows?
Why is this guy leaning a loose door against himself? And if he's goofing off, why does he look so serious about it?
"Congratulations, summer sausage! The pastrami canceled, so you've just been bumped up a space."
Not only does it make it hard to tell people to get on the ground, but it's even harder to figure out who you're ordering around.
I'll likely never know why, but I'm pretty sure their personal chef knows to only make them steamed hams.
It would've been better if the stools were little cheese wheels like I thought, but we can't have everything.
When I do it, I'm a "health and safety risk" and have to "leave this establishment."
If so, then I was apparently creeped out by the wrong part of this all along. Goody.
That's why the little brother's...looking away and cringing. Oh, dear. This is going to end badly.
It's gonna march this driver right back to that construction zone and make them apologize.
I guess I can't make fun too hard since it hasn't toppled yet, but come on.
Wait, why is it framed by a window? Are...are we watching each other? Well, now I'm uncomfortable.
Congratulations, cat mustache guy. The arbiter of taste who can control how you live your life (that's me!) has given you a pass.
At least now if people roll their eyes when the sun gets in mine, I'll know what's happening.
Between the loud sound of metal scraping and the sudden loss of control, the sideways wheel is actually the subtle part.
