Would you rather know from the get-go that your day was gonna suck, or would you prefer to get blindsided by it halfway through?
I know that's not really a fun question to ask, but it makes me curious. If it's gonna happen anyway, I think I'd rather know it's coming than just suddenly end up facedown in some bullcrap.
I'm not sure if any of these unlucky folks would agree, though.
Worse yet, they have an 8-hour flight ahead of them. And the way things are going, the in-flight movie's gonna be Justice League.
And considering how terrifying everyone else looks here, I'd probably be a little worried if he was having a good time.
How do I avoid whatever this is forever?
It's sort of like when someone puts a rubber glove on their head and blows it up, except it's somehow even less safe to do on the highway.
Her ex's jimmies were good and rustled until he suddenly noticed how familiar her new beau looked.
I like how he still didn't completely figure out what was going on, though.
All I know is the harder you flap your arms while you try to explain yourself, the worse it's going for you. And this dude might as well start taking flight.
Somehow, I have my doubts that this person will feel so proud of the fact that their bike is warning others about the dangers ahead.
Those things aren't cheap.
After all, the fizz of that soda makes it really difficult to see if I'm drinking spider eggs.
That's not a gamble I wanna take.
Someday, he's gonna tell his grandchildren about that time he looked like somebody put the head of a bootleg dog plush toy on a turkey.
That'll make a chilling war story.
I mean, that's the only way I can understand how an antique safe suddenly dropped on a car like this.
Wait, does this mean that Space Jam was a documentary?
Getting out of bed is hard enough when the first thing the internet spits at me isn't a reminder that even land masses are bigger players than me.
Either the pupper is not in the mood for venison or the wind is being seriously disrespectful. Like, the deer's not even trying to hide behind the hydrant or anything.
It's just struttin' like it owns the place.
I don't know, maybe getting upstaged by another couple makes a love story more romantic than I thought.
But sadly, on a day like this, that ticket will be exactly one number off from the winner.
Nobody needs that.
I'm pretty sure that making someone pick up each piece of trash themselves would normally be cruel and unusual punishment, but for them, it's only Tuesday.
A moment of silence...
Especially since the real culprit is whoever made that knife. They might as well just replace the handle with the butter since it's obviously much stronger.
Like, do I have an evil twin who keeps asking for the manager? I swear I'm innocent!
I don't know about y'all, but I always felt that my nightmares were missing about five hours of guilty chiseling. Remind me not to visit Antarctica.
No, it's that stopping the rock was not only possible all along, but also much easier than we ever could have imagined.
I just hope that whatever's in that package isn't fragile, because somebody's gonna have to sacrifice the box.
Between the tow truck and the cost to replace this thing, this is barely better than losing the whole car.
If Jigsaw did it and she's taking the bus to get it removed, then that answers that.
If she did it herself, I have some follow-up questions.
I think that architects were just being jerks about people's hairlines all along and they just tricked us into thinking mirrored ceilings are something classy buildings have.
Wherever this person's trying to go after this, I hope they're not planning on getting there in a hurry.
And yes, that includes the part where people accidentally step on you as they get up to pee. At least I don't get nerve pinches from that.
