If the internet can't be used to swap funny and ridiculous pictures around, then what are we even doing with this thing?
So let's get back to our roots and just peruse some good, old-fashioned funny pics...and maybe throw in a little fun commentary along with them for good measure.
This doesn't really have anything to do with anything, but in school, we had to read a book called Amish Adventure, where a guy hit a horse and buggy with his car. The description was...gross.
Lines can go horizontal, Brenda. Now, everybody thinks that they're going to be attending a Sumsou Mernds concert, but he's booked to be in Venezuela that week. It's senseless confusion, I tell ya.
That's right, mister. No more Fuller House for you.
But seriously, I don't even know where you'd start to clean up this mess.
Like, I know it's a drink. But half of my Twitter feed seems to love it, and the other half loves making fun of it. So I don't know what to believe.
But it's like the old expression goes. Talkind tlaugh erom netsil tpassion.
I mean, you could do worse, but you could also do a whole lot better.
I've struggled my whole life with cones. Traffic cones, ice cream cones, pinecones. Just anything conical is a problem for me. Stop laughing, it's a medical condition.
This is like those pictures you see where laxatives and sleeping pills are in the same kinds of packages. This kind of thing is just cruel.
Actually, I'm the sibling that does that, but she sometimes reads these articles, so I like to keep her on her toes in case she does.
By the time I finally agree to let it happen, it's going to check in like eight times to make sure that I really mean it and didn't just agree to the update by accident.
In my defense, it's got nothing to do with this post — it's actually because I tried to put my shirt on but kept jamming my head into the sleeve instead.
What is happening here? Are they avoiding a lawsuit? Is this a genuine mistake? Or is this actually made with shoes?
Wouldn't it change everything if dogs knew how to read? I guess it wouldn't, really. They'd still be pretty dumb. But boy would they love Go, Dog Go!
I'd love just once for somebody to be wrong about it being hot enough to bake cookies in their car, and for them to get salmonella from downing all those raw eggs.
And hey, if you can do this, it turns out that watermelons actually serve a purpose. Because they're certainly not edible. What I'm saying is I hate watermelon.
