the one on the left. 

NO.

sd;lfkasldkafksdflkdjsfasd.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE!?!?!

Is that dad giggling!? Little girl, STOP touching that 

"you know what"

Gross.

NO.

My friend Ryan sent me this. I just don't understand how ANYONE'S body gets like this!? And to have enough confidence to wear that speedo. YIKES.

NO.

I hate this person. 

NO.

Can you picture someone crawling out of this!?

NO.

It's crucial to click on this picture so you can zoom in. 

Reasons why I love/hate this picture:

1. Look how SHORT I look. (we are practically the same height in real life)

2. Why is my wig pushed up so high up that my forehead looks a mile long

3. The socks AND the shoes

4. The makeup

I don't even remember this picture being taken. 

Oh, Halloween.

NO.

LOSE THE LOCKET.

NO.

How have I not noticed this hanging on the wall in my favorite restaurant until now?! 

Listen up, La Fiesta....

It's not cute.

That moon is totally submitting. 

NO.

To the person who entered this in the Darke County Fair Art Contest,

1. I hope you're not reading this.

2. Why?!

3. I mean, were you really serious?

4. Bless your heart.

Sincerely,

Let's never do that again, k?

NO.

You're telling me this thing is a snow plow?! It's so small that it's not even cute. And those who know me KNOW I love small things. This? Not so much.

NO.

I love video-chatting with my friend, Zack. He's really funny. But these birds circling his head have got to go. 

Don't mind me, I was feeling a little heavy that day. 

NO.

??!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!

NO ONE IS GOING TO BUY THIS. 

Take that lamp shade off, it DOES NOT go with it. 

GA-BYE.

NO.

I saw this ad on facebook the other day. This is what popped in my head the instant I saw this:

NO they aint.

NO.

NO ya freakin' don't.

NO.

I slightly feel bad for posting this.

because:

1. he was a really nice guy.

2. he really loved his bird.

3. he had NO idea what he was posing for.

But, like, don't, okay?

NO.

My lover, my fried. FRIED!?! Ugh. Only this would happen to me. Seriously. I go into Ralph's and get my boyfriend a birthday cake and since we are always jokingly saying "you're my lover, you're my friend" I thought it would be funny to put it on his cake, ya know. Too bad the poor, sweet, lil old hispanic woman didn't understand the humor behind it OR how to spell. 

NO.

When you think you've seen it all, guess again. 

NO.

To the person driving next to me in rush hour on the 10,

I hope you're a basketball coach... and if so,  you don't need to do this to your truck. We get it, you love basketball.

Sincerely,

NO.

I am not even kidding...there was only a tiny amount of space for the driver to drive. The seat all the way forward. You know? Like, who in their right mind would do this?

THROW IT OUT.

NO.

**Warning: You may throw up in your mouth after this post**

First of all, if you're wondering what this is in my hand, let me just tell you. A TOE NAIL. Okay, let me just get straight to the point. I was eating sour patch kids and you know how at the very end there's a huge amount of sugar? Well, I am one of those nasty people who dip their finger in it and lick it off , right? Well, NEVER AGAIN. So I did this.. and I felt something hard in my mouth. And what was it that I found.. not only sugar, but THIS. YES, THIS. A TOE NAIL. If you are wondering why I am writing in caps..because WHO WOULDN'T FREAK OUT OVER A TOE NAIL IN THEIR MOUTH.... THAT IS NOT THEIRS. Eww. Eww. Eww. Okay, I gotta go throw up now.

NO.