12 People Telling It Like It Is And 12 People Who Ain't

Also, how dare these people have a house made out of a garage that's nicer than my place?

I don't know if this person just got ridiculously lucky and grabbed this picture while the cat was sneezing, or if the cat actually looks like that. Honestly, I don't know which I'd prefer.

That's not even just a tense issue. That's a whole grammar problem right there. Then again, I'm paying more attention to this sign than I normally would. So there's no way I'm not going to be able to find the croutons now. So...mission accomplished?

With that being said, I actually don't think I've ever eaten pineapple pizza. I've just kind of chosen a camp based on peer pressure. Y'know, because this is the internet and that's what people do.

There's only so much of people stunting for the 'Gram (or Facebook, I guess) that I'm prepared to tolerate. The point is, just be honest about it. Post a picture, caption it with the words "validate me," and move on.

Honestly, though, if someone was bold enough (or terrible enough at their job) to admit to the scam, I'd seriously consider sending them a tip.

This dude's going to end up arrested when he tries to rent a kid for a father-son picnic at the office.

The astounding thing to me is that this tweet is still up. I understand not wanting to delete something with thousands of likes, but come on, guys.

Maybe it's an ergonomic thing and I'm just being salty about it, but this really doesn't even seem like enough glue to be worth buying in the first place.

Also, in general, it's wildly overrated how cute babies are. Not, like, chubby babies, but like when they're first born and don't do anything.

Like, I know that this is obviously a joke, but I would also be willing to send him $300 just to see what he sends me back.

I don't even know how you'd end up matching with somebody who's so clearly operating on a different plane of existence.

It's just staring us in the face, insisting that it's telling the truth, with all the evidence right there in front of us. This frying pan is like the Shaggy song "It Wasn't Me," but, y'know, as a frying pan.

You know exactly the person I'm talking about. She's got her hair pulled back really tight. Her boyfriend plays bass in a metal band. Her name's probably Shauna. You know her.

Haters will say it's photoshopped. Haters will also point out that he didn't even bother to find a second picture of a lion, he just flipped the first one.

We actually got a dinosaur excavating kit from one and it was probably the best day of my life.

Somehow, the circuity of that whole situation would just make me happy. Also, I seriously hope Grandma made it out of that situation unscathed.

Also, if I ever become a drag queen, my name will absolutely be Auntie Vaxxer.

It's pretty indecent that they actually glued a dog to a wall just for a few likes on the internet. Shameful, really.

So, I did a little digging and, for whatever it's worth, Apple isn't actually selling these, it's an aftermarket product. So I guess that's one less thing to be mad about today.

I'm definitely of the body shape and self-esteem level that anybody who posts pictures like this with captions like this (baby or not) immediately becomes my enemy.

Also, what kind of self-respecting father takes care of his body that well? They literally call them dad bods. Stop making the rest of us look bad, guy who's probably named Jake.

There's a long story there, but basically it ends with me being escorted out of SeaWorld and being politely — but firmly — asked to never come back.

Hold on, I'll finish the rest of this in a second. I need to just go print that sentence on a bunch of pillows and basically win Etsy. Brb.