If somebody steps on your shoes and doesn't apologize, then whatever — you met your jerk for the day. But if somebody tap-dances all over them and nobody else even notices, that's when it's pretty much impossible not to catch some feelings about it.
Like, apparently everybody but you got the memo that today was "everybody gets to disrespect you" day.
And if you're lucky enough to not remember a day like that, just keep these poor folks and their struggles in mind.
After all, one of them must have been a wizard, and the only way to break the curse is to find them again.
I'm not sure what kind of prideful stuff we've been saying if "Pick your sheets off the floor, you mutt!" seems appropriate.
"Oh, that's cool. Everybody else gets to fill their space without incident, but I have to wait for your ridiculous self to come back?"
That might backfire.
Well, at least we know that the peanut butter in them looks like a little bale of hay. That's something, right?
Yeah, not helping.
And wow, is that last text cold enough to turn the homie into Mr. Freeze or what? Yikes...
Some folks get really serious about things when it comes to this stuff, but frankly, I'd rather just make it say, "Your bum is fart" or something equally mature.
This person might have been prepared for kids on skateboards and people writing their names, but nobody trains you for donkey rampages.
Like, does life get extra points for the maximum amount of inconvenience it can cause or something? What does it gain from this?
Look, girl, you don't need that two-timing, squeaky-voiced little punk anyway. Just give Goofy a call. He'll give you the respect you deserve.
At least when it's pizza-themed, they have the courtesy to make the whole thing look like pizza so there's no confusion — not like this future Frisbee.
But I still can't deny that it makes me wanna bathe the world in pesticides. They're lucky we care about bees, man.
So instead, I'll say the people who make it are disrespecting us because, bless the little vacuum's nonexistent heart, it's still as dumb as it was on day one.
Look, I don't care how fresh these shoes are. I can't pay for it with lies, so they can't sell it to me that way.
Get outta here.
I mean, it won't stop people from throwing rocks at the camera, but it'll feel like more of an achievement when they hit it.
That's something.
Hopefully, whoever drew this just lets this path forward stay imaginary. Because if they try pole-vaulting over this, it's probably not gonna end well.
Especially if they found a way to crop this poor soul out of every group shot.
Did the photographer want his parking spot or something?
I can almost hear that smug Mr. Sun chuckling as he tells this person to just stay outside for a while. Yeah, we're not falling for that again, sunburn king.
Now, they're gonna lie awake at night trying to figure out how to give their employees detention, since they've already tried suspension.
So, congratulations to the bold defender of academic integrity. While they're around, nobody's hustle will apparently be respected.
I can't condone that.
At least this time, the photo editors have got her doing something cool. The next victim won't be nearly as lucky.
Imagine if they put in spike strips that only went up as soon as rush hour hit. That's what this grate is.
I bet if we open that satellite up, we'll get roasted via hologram.
For anyone who ever had a problem with "Irreplaceable," just imagine that Beyoncé's talking to this guy. It fits pretty well, huh?
