Like most people, I don't enjoy being in a constant state of confusion. Whether it's taxes or changing the tires on my hatchback, I'm literally stumped all the time.
Even if you try to teach me how to do something simple eight times, it won't sink in because my brain just doesn't have any more room for knowledge, regardless of how useful it might be. If you're anything like me, your best bet is to just laugh at these pictures instead of trying to figure them out.
I'm both shocked and appalled by the thought and the sight of this.
I know a cute dog would have been a much nicer surprise, but that's just not the world we live in.
Sure, the fire department came and wasted their time and resources, but it was hilarious and that makes it okay.
Also, I wouldn't recommend using those condoms after piercing holes through the wrappers.
In my opinion, no. But hey, to each their own.
You don't really want people sniffing around looking to steal your crappy car. In fact, I think most people want the exact opposite.
I'm kidding. This is about the weirdest thing I've seen as of late, and I work deep within the bowels of the internet.
Some people would think this is inherently depressing, but I just think it's a creative way to explore the darkest places in your soul with someone you love.
Can you even get a refund from this machine? Because this is clearly a useless DVD. I'm honestly shocked that the robots have started their revolt so soon, though.
You best get his eyes tested before he tries baking the family cat like a giant holiday bird. I know that's the worst-case scenario, but it's definitely possible.
I wish grilled cheese was my future. I would be so happy.
She wasn't made to be efficient, she was designed to pinch your cheeks, collect cats, and show up solo to family celebrations.
If it was mid-snarl, I'd just think they were dumb enough to get their fingers bit, but this is pointlessly cruel.
Actually, I just want to hear what they named the eighth and ninth days. Someday? Moreday?
In fact, this guy has also solved the mystery of why it's usually not the person getting this meal who makes it. That's some busy laziness.
Is it OK with being eaten? Or is it asking me not to eat it and wondering if I'm cool with that?
So confused...
And in case we weren't relaxed enough, its mouth is in the perfect position to seem like it's making all those spooky sounds outside.
And while we're at it, don't cut it. You don't wanna miss out on the experience of awkwardly trying to fold soggy bread and runny cheese into your mouth.
Now they can see the world! And from the looks of it, they're as confused and scared as everybody else here.
So are we then supposed to conclude that they're robbing the convention? Is that even a thing? I doubt the haul's that great.
Plus, monkeys don't have knives, unless they're monkeys from the Planet of the Apes movies.
If your ground cracks open exposing the fiery pits of hell, then you need to accept the fact that it ain't your ground no more.
Who said beans can't also moonlight as a killer bath bomb? Add some glitter and a bit of fizz, and you've got yourself a relaxing soak.
On the bright side, he'll be completely clean from the inside out, and isn't that what we all long for?
