There are days that the world can really get on top of you. As in, "older sibling sitting on your chest and won't let you up" kinda days.
OK, full disclosure: I was the older sibling sitting on chests. But I'm over that phase. Now it's the world's turn to suffocate me.
But at least I'm not at the end of my rope like these poor souls.
And by "ripped away," I mean "you put it in upside-down somehow, you dummy." How does this happen?
Like, am I more concerned with making sure that I'm clean, or about the dang wildlife in this bathroom? A question no one should have to answer.
I mean, even if the spider's watching, I know it's not going to tell anybody about...that condition I have.
What is my life? I'm going to be searching bathrooms for arachnids, window-placement, and air horns forever now? This isn't sustainable behavior, y'all.
Her face is all of us when we think we've janked our phones...most of us get a look of relief a minute later, though.
I mean, at the very least, it's a great way to get a new vacation wardrobe.
That's just me making a joke so I don't actually cry at how sad this pic makes me.
Literally any other scenario, that's your whole day ruined right there.
You know she went straight to the mirror, too. Otherwise, the urinals would've tipped her off.
In the next installment in the series, they're gonna have chicken dipped in breadcrumbs. Now that's genius.
But technically, you did succeed at startling him, so there's that.
But I guess marketing them as "Pumpkin Depression" doesn't have the same pizzazz.
At least you know that one's not gonna slice up your butt when you put it back in your pocket.
If you ever needed proof that the universe doesn't like you and won't ever let you be happy...
I mean, hopefully, this person is OK now, but...
Oof.
And if that means it happened before that fella got a sip of the good stuff, well...I'm just so sorry.
After all, sometimes you're the jumper, and other times you're the jerk who tips the rope. So enjoy!
