I'm not sure what you expected to see today, but I'm guessing none of the things on this list fall under that category. OK, technically they're memes and you probably were expecting those, but that's not the point.
The point is that you're about to see a lot of unexpected stuff that will knock your socks off. And if you're not wearing socks, that's half the battle right there.
Somewhere out there is a barcode that will make every scanner that reads it talk about butts, and I won't rest until we've found it.
My guy had a skull for a face, but everybody was so keen to talk to him about skater stuff that they never mentioned it.
How polite of them.
We probably still won't have flying cars, but our future will have toasters that will replace the oven. It'll be like the smartphone of cooking.
It turns out the real perfect crime is the one that nobody understands at all. That way, they won't even know what the clues are.
At least I'll get about a second's worth of smug pride when I rip off my mirror and scream "ah ha!" before I realize there's just a wall there and I'm stupid.
Those party invites addressed to "Billy's Stomach and Billy can come too I guess" would get really old really fast.
Why'd it have to look like someone so likeable?
Like, if it could talk, it would have definitely asked that baby for a halfpenny by now. At least the horse won't have to sweep chimneys in this incarnation.
I guess not every injury leaves you with a weird party trick, so I suppose his chill attitude makes sense here.
I wonder, did Alex here find a way to break the news to her grandma, or will she just unknowingly have sexy ornaments for the rest of her life?
I wouldn't normally care, but this is one of the happiest doggos I've ever seen, so this obviously needs to be more of a thing.
Whose side I'm on kind of depends on what Kyle did. If he stepped on your tail, it was an accident. Otherwise, it's completely unforgivable.
The best part is the star on the top of his tree, which I seriously didn't notice at first. Can you blame me, though?
I hope he actually walked into the McDonald's he got his props from like that, because I think that's the only way I could love this more.
After all, look at where he decided to do this. He was just thinking of the fact that demons never get field trips and they'd probably really like one.
I think I've got a bag of charcoal lying around somewhere that I'm not using. That'll probably feel like the biggest bag of chips he's ever had.
Granted, that mask is not staying on for the whole time, but just showing up in this getup is enough to make the point.
Don't ask me what that point is, though.
I think the only option at this point is to try and sneak it into the movies. Obviously, not a war movie.
At least, I assume that's what our oddly human-footed friend is trying to do here. This picture's just loaded with unanswered questions.
There's no shame in walking away after you realize you've been beaten. Especially if you're still walking away with both shoes on your feet, unlike this poor soul.
Unless you want weirdos peeping in through these stunna shade–looking doors, it's probably best to go with the traditional design here.
Or just cover it with a Jeff Goldblum shower curtain. That works too.
That way, the driver can report it and get a new one from their insurance company. I don't even know if there's a form for this kind of devilry.
I love that because it means they'll be even less impressed with the guy who's just saying that to be suave.
I guess that's pretty smart, in a way. When your original flavor is "salt and potato," any amount of effort seems amazing.
It's too bad the package didn't melt too, because watching that bear's smile droop into a frown would just be too perfect.
