You might not know when it's gonna happen, you might not know if it's gonna happen — heck, it might not even happen! But when it does, you'll know that you found the funny.
In whatever form it takes, humor is all around us. So today we've gathered a bunch of mirthfully-minded folks who found the funny wherever it was!
All I know is that Yass is way better than its sister city, Nahbruh. That place sounds like that lazy friend who doesn't come out to anything anymore. Like, Wine And Paint Night — Nahbruh, or Super Dope Fun Club — Nahbruh.
"Yeah, sorry I'm running late — you wouldn't believe this. I was going to quickly lay out one of my smooth dumps, but the line at the stall consisted of all mankind."
I'm always surprised when I see something like this that nobody took a step back and said, "yeah, that actually looks kinda terrifying." It's like a baby with a grown woman's face on it.
I'm just hoping this isn't the new fashion trend for guys. Like, I'm not sure I can get that excited about anything. Well, other than tacos, of course — that's a given.
I'm starting to think that this E.T. isn't based on the Spielberg film, but instead on the horrible Atari game that gave kids nightmares in the '80s.
That's a cat I can definitely get behind. I'm not gonna bog it down with sensible questions like "where'd you get this?" Just questions like "how can you get more?!"
And take it from me, mortal enemies can be soooo annoying. Like, I'm sorry my frisbee landed in your lawn, Wolf Blitzer, but your constant pranks on me are getting irritating.
Okay, well, maybe the giant apartment building behind this pile of dirt gives it away — gold star for effort, though.
You know what really puts me in the mood for some big ol' greasy burgers? A giant inflatable clown whose face looks like my aunt Cheryl did her makeup while drunk again.
I'm not sure how else you're supposed to just make friends these days. I've tried running up to strangers and asking, but they usually end up mugging me. Don't talk to strangers, kids.
I too, have found my soulmate in a rusty pile of junk...sure, she doesn't like it when I call her that, but she's my wife! Ha cha cha chaaaa.
Honestly, I don't know if this is genius or crazy — probably somewhere in between. But, like, did they paint it? Or was it already that color, luckily enough?
I just don't see the point — why have holes and fuzzy insides?! You can't have it both ways, Crocs, you just can't!
Honestly, of all the Michael Scott characters in The Office, Prison Mike might be one of the more tolerable. I would way rather date him than Date Mike, amirite?
I'd like to see more of this, like, with Listerine or something. "Here's some chapstick for all those lips you'll be kissin' with that fresh breaaaath!"
Probably not the kind of conversation you're hoping for when your boss comes for dinner, but it's something, at least.
