When we were kids, our parents often had an uncanny knack for catching us right before we were about to do something... ill-advised. I obviously don't remember this, but one day, baby-me decided to go off on a little adventure.
Of course, I was prepared for this perilous journey. I had a bottle and a blanket, you know. But I only got a few steps out the door before my dad caught me.
These people? Their dads didn't catch them.
I don't know how his sister rolls, but he would vastly underestimate how petty and hungry I can be if he were my brother.
I hope our angry young friend is sure about what they're saying. It would take some moderate rainfall at the very least to wash this scathing message away.
They can switch it to a happy penguin all they want, but those eyes will still be what they see when they close their own.
Let me guess, Violet's not here because "she's invisible." I know how they get down. They just didn't wanna build her.
I mean, it's gonna be pretty hard for him to entertain the kids if he keeps nervously looking at his co-stars every five seconds.
The only problem is that the journey to inner peace will likely get interrupted by yokels asking why you have a trash can on your head.
He's strapped in pretty good, so don't worry about him. I just like the way he thinks. If I have to do that job, I'm sitting.
I just hope he's not too cool to post the second one that comes after he loses his balance and knocks everything over, though.
Come on, show off. Let's see.
I'm just glad to see his days of dejectedly petting windows and mortified people's faces have finally come to an end.
I hope they didn't buy them until after they learned there's no way to put them on that car, though.
Especially since you just know that whatever rascal did this will be back with another one a week later.
I just wanna know how they determined who got to be the fire pit. Did... did that guy volunteer?
But if there's one thing we can take solace in, it's the fact that they haven't really caught on because they seem like one of the most uncomfortable drinking experiences I can think of.
There, now that I've said that, I should be able to avoid what is probably the very disturbing story of how whoever made this got their idea.
Hopefully, anyway.
I think I would feel a little better if I had any idea who this was supposed to be, but that little mystery just adds a new, disorienting level to whatever the hell is going on here.
As if crashing this powerful vehicle into a guardrail wasn't bad enough, he also had the audacity to leave the scene of an accident.
The Paw Patrol would not approve.
It's hard to get into people's drawers when you're that high up off the ground, after all. So it's more likely that somebody put this bra over its eyes and it's just wondering why this has to be its life now.
Also, is the implication here that we're somehow supposed to drink this? That really doesn't help.
Because no matter how cool it may seem to ride down the road with your legs dangling out of the trunk, it's also an incredibly terrible idea.
Yeah, that's gonna be a no from me. If I want to be stared at by creepy dolls, I'll go into a thrift store, thank you very much.
All I know is that these two have bad things in their future if they're going to leave a barbecue that's flaming that intensely unattended.
Come on, safety first.
Because no matter how others interpret this sign, they're probably going to end up with something they want.
I wonder if the driver in front keeps turning around and saying, "Technically, I'm winning."
I don't know whether I'd hate that or do it myself.
I don't know, maybe it makes the lesson go down easier if everybody pictures Shrek and Donkey saying it.
I need to try that.
Like, is this the restaurant's gimmick or the family's gimmick? Is the cleaning staff just constantly threatening to strike here, or what?
They're not halfway through getting kicked out, so it must be the restaurant's gimmick?
It probably gave the parent a start, but that's way better than a stranger who either turns up wearing weird plastic masks or leaves strange mannequins on people's doorsteps.
Those both sound like horror movies.
