Those who spend their time on social media are well versed in the art of taking the perfect picture. It has to be worthy of posting and good enough so all your friends and family may see it, so it's a tough skill to get down!
Sometimes, though, the perfect photo accidentally falls into your lap. A perfect illusion or a fun detail not noticed until after the fact, the sky's the limit!
At least you still have proof that you caught it! Which is really all that matters after a day of fishing, right?
Lookin' at you Brad!
I feel like this combo of numbers cast some sort of spell on you. Whether it's a blessing or a curse, well, only time will tell.
I mean, stuff like that doesn't often happen for me, self-proclaimed queen of hot messes, but I'm sure it happens to you!
Who needs street lamps when you have offputting, potentially nuclear trees that radiate light on their own?
The glowing-yet-not-glowing tree made me think of it. I'll explain it in excruciating detail at the end.
Hopefully, this isn't at your work place. That'd be an uncomfortable command to stare at all day.
If you know, you know.
Definitely uncanny, leaves me with a funny feeling. Then again, I don't think anything about lightning was designed to be comforting.
DAY N' NIGHT
Now he's got a real bright future ahead. Or, he would, if he took that hat off for once.
Personally, I think Timothee Chalamet is a safe choice.
Not a standard dog, but not quite Cerberus either. Demikhov is rolling in his grave.
Or like, would the two heads share one collar? I'm asking the important questions here.
Paprika doesn't look happy about it per se, but she's tolerating it, which is more than most cats would do.
I'm Paprika, and my Ex is the can of pop. Get it? Because he's annoying?
When someone pointed out that it looked more like an orca, the uploader responded with, "That’s like a dolphin with anger issues." They aren't wrong.
Admittedly, once I thought of them, I spent a very long time trying to find this cover. It was totally worth it though. Please tell me it was worth it.
This just proves that you've got quite the attractive dragonfly tattoo then.
A word of advice: don't get matching couple tattoos. Honestly, don't go out with a Brad.
I'd somehow feel more comfortable knowing about giant space jellyfish than I do knowing about what horrors still lurk at the bottom of the ocean.
I was like, oh, there are space jellyfish? Seems legit.
Now you are the advertisement. Look around, are there any cameras? Any narrators prompting you to take a bite of your sandwich to see your reaction?
Maybe it's all one big conspiracy...
Duh, they can't have the fact that they get along be captured on film, that would ruin their reputation!
It gets a little better as you get older. Kind of. You get more...what's the word...apathetic!
The bodyless dog model is definitely less popular than the full-service model, but any owner will tell you the mess level goes way down.
Anybody else watch this movie 1000 times? No? Just me?
And the cat is entirely unbothered, just stepping by like nothing's wrong, like it was the snake that wandered into their territory.
Snakes are great until you remember that they're, like, snakes! You can't really expect them to be anything different, can you?
You say that, but both parties involved seem to be enjoying themselves, so surely they discussed this beforehand.
That was the tamest joke I could make please forgive me.
The fact that the bird dropped that in your yard must mean love is coming your way! Or it means nothing, but that's the more romantic option.
Or nature is an artist and we as human beings just really, really suck at love.
I want to make a 'coffee that's out of this world' joke so bad, but I don't think I'm strong enough.
Although, coffee DOES have an effect on such things. As I'm sure you know.
Another potentially supernatural sighting, though I suppose this is more sci-fi as those are definitely aliens.
To be fair, there are a few other things going on.
In fact, they look so much like an elephant I'm starting to think it wasn't a coincidence.
Picture it: an unnamed listicle writer and their then-boyfriend Brad, dancing the night to Pitbull's "Hotel Room", drinking, um, Sunny D. Suddenly, Brad looks at me and goes "You never listen to me". I'm like, "um, we're at a club? I can't hear you?" and he's like "I feel like you just don't SEE me" and I'm like "Brad, it's dark, I can't see ANYONE" and suddenly he grabs a glowsticks off the neck of a random guy, cracks 'er open, CONSUMES IT (which, please never do), and says "Now you'll HAVE to see me all the time." And that, Ladies and Gentlemen, is one of the 1000 reasons I stopped 'seeing' him altogether. It turned out pretty perfect, wouldn't you say?
