Back before the internet, it used to be that you could be a socially awkward individual and there'd be no evidence of your uncomfortable interactions other than your own painful memories that would haunt you in the middle of night right before you'd fall asleep.
So, good thing those days are over, amirite?!
Behold the following kings and queens from the Land of Awkward. Don't forget to add your own nervous chuckle.
You have to admire his commitment to fun...mostly. And then you wonder where his friends are...until you realize a guy like this doesn't need friends.
If you're looking for the genus and species of the plant in question, then please say that. Otherwise, "George" seems like a perfectly reasonable name for that plant.
We should probably all just agree that "thang" had its moment in the sun and now it needs to go the way of "groovy" and "righteous." But let's do bring back "cat's pajamas."
That does not look like a baby. Fine, it doesn't really look like lasagna either. But it does more closely resemble a pasta dish than an actual human person.
All four of these people are actually the OP herself. She staged each pose...on a public beach...with other people around...and then stitched the results together in Photoshop. No words.
Also, what kind of group does not allow the use of emojis? Is it a fun-hating group? They probably insist on proper grammar and punctuation, too. Whatever, nerds.
"Well, I was just scrolling through Tinder, and I swiped right on your daddy. We had some Netflix and chill, and nine months later, you were born!"
With this kind of sparkling dinner conversation, what more could you want in a person? If this interaction doesn't result in a third date, then romance really is dead.
I'm highly skeptical of your "ice, custard, happiness" slogan, Rita's. If I scream for ice cream and the cops come, I'm going to be very, very unhappy.
The poster's lost a couple of pounds, none of us were subject to a picture of his junk. I'd say the first day is going good indeed.
Christine learned to pound them down that way because she'd seen mom's judgmental face just one too many times during her childhood.
No? Dammit. Why are ducks so hard to please? Bunch of judgmental quacking jerks. Like they've got so much going on with all their feathers and floating around and stuff.
If you have to justify your style choices to a 3-year-old, you might want to rethink your wardrobe. To be fair, he had it coming.
If you thought being a third wheel was uncomfortable and humiliating, try being a human step stool. It pains me to look at this...
Maybe just stick with "great looking picture!" or "good-looking fans!" and leave off trying to decipher what kind of picture it really is.
And to be fair, "chimney changas" still sound really good, as long as they leave off the refried beans, green onions, and wood soot.
It's awkward to be the person not watching where they walk, but this is totally the shop's fault. But the guy quietly replacing the door seems so shady.
Especially in 2018, when my daily avocado toast habit has ruined my financial prospects and plastic straws are killing the environment!
How could you be mad at this? This is my second favorite awkward metal band thing. My first being this heavy metal soundtrack to the book "The Life and Times of Scrooge McDuck."
Why else would someone choose the expression "you egg" when angry with someone? It's too adorable to be true anger.
There must be a service or utility company you could call to help fetch it. Like, with proper equipment or rubber suits to keep the stink off.
The worst part of them asking for tech support is when they add the detail that they "already tried to fix it."
All group gatherings will now be 10 thousand times more awkward. Not sure what's worse: being the odd one out at gatherings or bringing a different Tinder match every time.
Really, dude, "red checked shirt and a beard" is not unique enough in the current culture. You did this to yourself.
