The images indeed prompt numerous questions, perhaps enough to metaphorically wear out the question mark on a keyboard or the corresponding area on a mobile screen.
It adds a touch of humor to acknowledge the potential unraveling of the narrative even before it begins.
I dunno if you’ve been out looking for a job recently, but I’ve gotta tell you, it’s hard to come up with 30 years of job experience when you’re only 20.
Consider this: by continuing your education and obtaining a master’s degree, you could enjoy the advantages of being highly qualified yet find yourself unable to secure this particular job.
I’m sorry, the what countdown?
I had to delve into the comments for this one to unravel the mystery. It turns out it’s The Final Countdown. Looking back, I can absolutely see it now, but there was a moment of concern—much like the expression on Sandler’s face in that photo.
Say what you will about this person, but they sure did accomplish what they set out to do.
I can genuinely say I’ve never witnessed someone skillfully reproduce a failed panorama photo before, so… well, great job or something, I suppose?
This is a fun way to report the news, to be honest. We should just Mad Libs weather reports, and really any news.
Let’s be completely honest; chances are you’re going to overlook the news you disagree with anyway, so we might as well be upfront about it.
If you can guess what’s going on here, I’ll give you a cookie.
According to something I came across on the internet, in certain countries, rather than a tooth fairy, there’s a myth about a mouse handling all things related to lost teeth. Consequently, the door in this dentist’s office is supposedly for that tooth mouse.
So, where exactly am I supposed to be using my computer, then? On the moon?
We’re all aware that people can’t genuinely reach the moon. It’s all a staged event, man. Just ask Kubrick. He’s in the know.
When I said I was looking for a hybrid vehicle, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.
Certainly, we’ve all dreamed of a Prius capable of handling substantial loads, but up until now, no one had the audacity to bring that vision to life.
So, it turns out that you can go your whole life without hearing the word “milkwalker” and be totally fine with it.
Now that I’ve laid eyes on it, it’s only fair that you get to witness it too. Enjoy it, fellow milkwalkers.
Welcome to RuPaul’s Dwarf Race.
There’s undoubtedly some drag at play here; I’m just not entirely certain where everyone began and ended up. Regardless, this has sparked numerous possibilities for me to delve into at my own pace.
Hmm… I like their no shoe policy. But I’ve got some concerns about their not covering people with corn policy.
We all find ourselves needing to make compromises on occasion, but I’m uncertain if I’m willing to bend that extensively.
This may seem ridiculous, but just think — you could just snap a picture of the sign with your phone and then read it later at your own discretion.
That’s safer, isn’t it? Pointing your phone at a sign with your eyes off the road?
I’m really puzzled about this one.
Nothing is more frustrating than a haircut that lacks coherence yet still burns a hole in your wallet. I’m nearly fed up with all these trendy hairstyles.
I didn’t know that penguins were naughty enough to deserve public shaming, but after seeing Timmy, I’m totally on board with this.
Let’s pause for a moment to appreciate Betty. What a true gem.
Who eats gum like this?
Unless someone has honed their teeth with a prison-style nail file, there’s simply no conceivable way anyone can actually cut through a package of gum using just their teeth.
I don’t think this girl understands how a shirt works, and now she has me questioning my understanding of a button-down.
Given the antics of the fashion industry, this could genuinely be a plausible concept.
I hate to be the one to burst this person’s bubble, but carrots don’t hold any electrical energy.
I suppose someone will need to rise from the couch and attempt to control the television manually, reminiscent of the days before the advent of Christ.
I guess this is one way to fit in when you can’t afford to buy brand name.
Even though it unmistakably can’t pass as Nike, it’s exceptionally creative, so you’ve got to give him credit for that.
This cat has probably been stepped on so many times, I’m beginning to feel really bad for its tail.
This little fur ball is going to require a neon vest to ensure he stands out when he’s running around.
I guess this is one way to spend your time.
Certainly not the optimal or even the most rational approach, but it is an option.
On the contrary, I take my Starbucks order quite seriously.
I have no idea if this is photoshopped or not, but I really don’t want to know.
Don’t you dare take this away from me, readers. I need the assurance that this fluffy dog I’ve dubbed Kirby is genuine.
If this isn’t driving you crazy, just skip right past and don’t read why it should.
Look at the armpits! They’re uneven! Now you can’t unsee it. Yet, it’s refreshing to finally see representation for those with wonky armpits.
I guess you could say that the picture on the left is pretty ham-fisted, couldn’t you?
You could also quip that the picture on the right is quite the handshake. Wow, these jokes are practically writing themselves. Oh my god, they are! I’m not even touching the keyboard!
Here’s a mystery so bizarre that even Reddit hasn’t been able to solve it.
Everyone’s attempting to decipher what shape this is supposed to represent. Someone even emailed the manufacturer, but it remains a bit of a mystery. The best they could come up with is that it’s some sort of dragon-monkey hybrid.
The cutest bike I’ve ever seen.
I don’t care what you say; we need more of these kinds of photos in our lives.
That is the best-looking bike I’ve ever seen.
I would like to meet this walrus.
Maybe they just mean that the walrus is very happy.
Either way, I’d like to meet it.
Just…what?
I sympathize with the unfortunate individual who has to navigate down this street.
If that doesn’t qualify as the most bewildering sign globally, I’m not sure what does.
Don’t play and drive!
I have only two things to say about this.
One: This can’t be safe. Two: How does someone even manage to play the violin and drive simultaneously?
