Let's get past the fact that "50 Photos That Will Leave You with Trust Issues" could be a fantastic Drake song. Actually, I shouldn't have brought that up. Now I'm just playing a fictional Drake song in my head. Anyways, welcome to the world of liars. Not only lying people, but lying products and signs too. We've got all sorts of liars here today, so strap in and get ready for me to roast some filthy, no good liars - #47 will totally get you on the floor.
These should obviously be called freezer containers and lids. They seem to be great for freezers, apparently. I just don't get why this has to happen. I'm going to blame it on either someone not giving a shit enough to check, or that this was poorly translated. It could also be both.
This is why we need to go back to having tupperware parties. You'd get a bunch of friends together and a lady would come to your house to show you all the different types of tupperware she had. Isn't that just so beautifully pure? The only products that still do that are knives and sex toys. Have you ever been to a sex toy party? I love sex toys, but I don't love the idea of everyone seeing which toys I'm into, ya feel me?
Something tells me that Evan isn't so great at his job. I also suspect that Evan isn't a human. In fact, do you think a lot of those chat robots are even human? No, they just throw out a couple of automated responses to get past the easiest of questions that are usually solved quickly just by copy and pasting order numbers and whatnot. If your problem is bigger, they'll send a real human, or maybe just a smarter robot.
The worst thing about these chat services, whether it's a robot or a human, is that you can't properly get mad. Screaming in the phone at least helps you blow off some steam. Jabbing at the keys of the keyboard in anger isn't as stimulating. You could yell at them in all caps, but even that doesn't really do the trick, does it?
Let's be fair. This product was never going to produce thousands of flowers. That's a huge amount of flowers. There's no way that one bouquet could hold that many. It would actually be a curse to have that many flowers grow in one pot. Your home or garden would be overthrown by by this parasite plant. If you're asking me, it's a good thing this product is a liar.
I guess this ad felt like it had to lie. "Grow a bouquet" doesn't sound as impressive as "grow thousands." You could just buy a bouquet. You can't really buy a thousand flowers. There's a fine line with numbers on what you can brag about. Two is not enough to brag about. Even if you were talking about full size cars. "Comes with TWO cars!" All of a sudden two seems like nothing.
I'm not saying that I buy Arizona iced tea because I have fond memories of how the tea tastes in Arizona. In fact, I've never even heard any stereotypes about Arizona tea. Why the name then? We buy it because it's ninety nine cents and big as hell. You don't need any other reason to buy it. Is that how out of touch Canadians are that they just assume, "hey, Arizona is a state. Americans will like that." They might have been on to something though. It might have done worse if it was called Canada Iced Tea. Americans are super into America to the point where they won't drink Canada iced tea.
What would Canada Iced Tea be? A bunch of gravy and cheese in a tea pitcher? That sounds good too. Just make sure it's only ninety nine cents.
I have incredibly fond memories of these white cookies in the shape of animals. My childhood was marked by the moments when I was lucky enough to have these. I don't know if my parents were actually so poor that they couldn't get them for me often, or they were just saving me from diabetes. These cookies are so sweet that I don't' even know what they're made out of. It must just be compacted sugar.
The fun thing about these cookies isn't just the sugar rush. It's pretending the animal is alive, walking around, and then eating it. You can't do that with an amorphous blob! Amorphous blobs are gross. No one wants to eat one of those. Cookie makers, you better get your molds right. I want pristine lions, tigers, and bears, oh my!
What came first, the chicken or the egg? The button or the sign? These are some of life's biggest mysteries. You have to wonder if someone made the sign and then realized that the store only sold green buttons. "They'll get it." The thing is, people won't get it. We'll spend hours looking for a red button somewhere, afraid to press the green button. "No one said press the green button. What happens if I press that? Certain death?" That's exactly where my mind would go. I'd never end up entering the building at all.
I'm glad it isn't the other way around. If that was a random red button, no one would ever press it. Red buttons mean "don't press unless you want something bad to happen." At least green buttons are happy buttons. Good things happen with green buttons!
Hey, advertisers, let me let you in on a little secret. When we buy products, we're expecting something fairly perfect. You're not fooling anyone by saying your product is perfect. In fact, that just puts your product up for higher scrutiny. I don't even know what perfect underwear would be. No brown stains, I guess? Then just buy brown underwear. Better yet, wash yourself a little better. Use the baby wipe method. You can't go wrong with baby wipes!
I wonder what caused these to be slightly imperfect. I have a ton of slightly imperfect underwear in my drawer. I wear those on laundry day. They are my undies with broken elastic, holes, or with a weird stain that won't come out. I promise I won't talk about my underwear anymore, especially my slightly imperfect underwear.
I get it. We all need a break some time. Especially if you work in retail. I've worked in retail and it can be very difficult. Sometimes every single employee's spirit will be shot for no apparent reason. It's like a collective sadness envelops the store. Those are the days when you all agree to close up shop. These employees must have had that same idea. "We'll say there's no power, then we can just chill." There are many flaws with that plan. The main one being that you left the lights on, dummies.
If you work any shit job, you have to take advantage of it as much as possible. I'm not saying every retail job is shit. There are many non-retail jobs that suck, and plenty of retain jobs that rule, but if yours does suck, take advantage at every moment you can.
Sure, it sucks to wait patiently for your DVD to arrive in the mail, only to find that it is broken and unwatchable when it finally gets there. Then again, this is probably the best movie for that to happen with. It's good for a chuckle, even though this person was out of luck for their movie night. This picture makes me miss the days of Netflix' DVD service. I was an avid supporter. At one point I even had both Netflix and Blockbuster's DVD mail-in service. Blockbuster's service was the best because you could return your DVDs in store to get a movie in the store, and they'd immediately mail out your next set of mail DVDs.
Why do I look back fondly on that as if it was better when now I can have a million movies in the palm of my hand?
Shout out to the GOAT of the cookie world: Danish butter cookies. The more butter a cookie has in it, the better it is. That's plain and simple. Those Danish butter cookies get dangerous though. You could end up eating a whole tin as long as you have something to drink with it. If not you might end up with some cookie cement in your throat. I'd be OK with dying from overdosing on Danish butter cookies. That's a good death.
The other great thing about them is that they make great storage. Most of the time you see people use them for sewing kits. Sew what? Hehe. But really, it sucks when you want a cookie but get a handful of needles and yarn. Then again, if you're just jamming your hand into a cookie tin without looking, that's on you.
It's one thing when a sign tells you this. You can't clapback on a sign. It's another thing when the employee looks you dead in the eye and says "We don't have any pretzels." Then you can totally lay into them. That's the fun part. This tray obviously has some pretzels in it, but I have some insider knowledge to let you in on. I used to work at a movie theater and we had these very same pretzel displays. Here's the truth: Those aren't real pretzels.
They made fake pretzels that always look appetizing to put in the trays. The real pretzels are in the back in a steamer. I've had this argument many times where someone wanted to buy the pretzel in the display. Even after telling them it was fake, they still wanted to buy it.
Vanity license plates are a true sign of a douchebag. That's what bumper stickers were for. Now you can never get away from a crime scene. "Hello, 9-1-1. Someone with the license plate, BIGCOCK, just hit me and drove away. (pause) No, they did not hit me with their big cock." This driver is obviously a cat lady, but then why is there a dog in that car?! Has she betrayed the species that she once loved so much?
What could have happened is that she bought this car used and it already had the license plate. That must suck for people who buy a car with a horrible vanity license plate. You either have to spend your own money to get it changed, or you just have to live with being CATLADY despite having a huge dog.
If you're going to lie to me, don't make it so easy for me to find out about it. Lie to me, get away with it, and then we're all happy. Lies only become extra bad when someone gets caught. That's where the negative energy comes from. This bottle of juice let the lies be known front and center. 100% juice? You can't tell me that and then two lines later tell me it's 27% juice. That's just not fair. I won't get played like that.
What's up with juice? I buy juice for 100% juice. If you bought a hot dog and it said, 27% hot dog you'd be pissed. You want a full hot dog. What would 27% of a hot dog be? That's the hot dog after I've taken three bites of it.
The title of this one is a really bad attempt at a reference to the line in Jaws, "We're gonna need a bigger boat." It was so obscure that I had to tell you that. Now, moving on. That may actually be a fair slice of pizza. I'm going to leave that open to your interpretation. Let's say that it is a fair slice. By putting it in a big box, the pizza people are only doing themselves a disservice. It's like having a huge bazooka that only shoots rubber bands. I want bazooka bullets! Even if that was a huge slice of pizza, it all of a sudden looks small when it's in that box. You're always going to feel ripped off.
To be real though, that's a tiny slice of pizza. It looks like this person got it at a sporting event too, so you know they paid $20 for it.
If you want your business to grow, avoid calling it "2 Men and [anything]." Especially if you're trying to look impressive. "Look at us. It only takes two of us to handle this job." Then the other guy shows up and you have to start making excuses. "Um, he's just going to watch." Then again, this doesn't sound any better: "A Varying Amount of Guys Depending on the Job and a Truck."
I bet this company is so sick of people making jokes when they get there. "I thought you only had two guys, nyuck nyuck nyuck." They asked for it, but that doesn't make it any less infuriating, I'm sure. The same thing can happen to you if you have certain names. Anyone named Mary Jane has to get through a barrage of weed jokes.
The thing about mixed vegetables is they are a mixed bag. Get it? I used the old adage of something being a mixed bag while talking about something that actually is a mixed bag. It's like they should pay me to write or something. Anyway, for real where are the carrots? Let's not pretend like carrots are super expensive or anything. I can get twenty of them for 99 cents.
They say carrots help your eyesight, but I'm so sick of that BS. It's not the carrots, it's the vitamin in the carrots, which is also in so many other things. If you want to help your eyesight, stop looking at a computer screen for sixteen hours a day. That's the only secret. Sorry, carrots. I hate to reveal the truth and ruin your reputation, but that's what it is.
I don't even know where to put my junk mail anymore. I get too much of it to put in the trash. It's getting ridiculous. If I signed up for every credit card application that they sent me, I'd own half the world's wealth in credit form. If I had plans to die, I'd just sign up for all these thirty thousand dollar loans and have a blast. Everyone else in my life can deal with my debt later. I'll be cruising in the clouds with Jesus and Tupac.
You know what I hate about this tactic? It works. You know you're going to open that piece of mail, in hope that maybe it's a cash credit for something. No. Just actual junk mail. It doesn't matter that it was a lie if it works.
Wow. This is the cheese equivalent of Spanx. You see one thing, but when it comes down to business it's a whole other thing. Those definitely look like they should be big blocks of cheese. These suckers knew what they were doing with that box. How many people in the world eat cheese? Millions at the very least. We could all get together and join in on a class action lawsuit. We won't demand any money. Our demands are simple. More cheese.
You have to watch out for gift boxes like this. Sometimes they are a good value, but they are often just leftover BS that the company is trying to get rid of by packaging together. "Here's two of your favorite flavors plus one that didn't sell well last winter. Buy three get one free."
"Should the alien faces go on the top, bottom, or middle?" / "I don't think it'll matter much." / "Bottom it is." After that conversation, this monstrosity was born. Balloon designers could really use to find new ways to utilize the nub in their designs. The only designs I can think of are adult-themed balloons. I think you know what I'm thinking. If you don't, then you have a pure mind and you should be very happy with yourself. My mind is constantly flooded with dirty thoughts.
When's the last time you inflated a balloon with your mouth? I took a few years off and then tried to do it again and found it very difficult. Maybe it's the years of smoking. My lung capacity isn't so good unless it's inhaling something. Even then, my lungs are struggling.
You can't be that desperate to sell your product that you push the date back over and over again. Just eat the couple bucks and hike the price up on La Croix. The white people will pay upwards of ten dollars a can. That's where you'll get your money. I have a feeling the workers just kept smelling this day after day. If it smelled OK then they'd put a new sticker on it. Once it smelled bad, time to toss it or turn it into the store's chicken salad.
There are some horrifying things that go down in some grocery stores. It starts to make you wonder if you just should avoid eating all together. Maybe just start a cricket farm where you can grind them into protein bars and live off that. Actually, I'll take my chances with the chicken salad.
This may be a lie, but it's also a very cute prank as long as you have an opinion on pie. Pranks like this work best if the person either loves pie or hates pie. If the person has a fifty-fifty relationship with pie, they'll cut into this and just wonder, "what the hell is going on? Why would you ever do this?" I think that's just a cardboard box with frosting on it. Imagine if you tried to smash your face in it and just came into contact with hard cardboard and table.
Have you ever seen videos of people getting violent during birthday cake celebrations? People go absolutely crazy. They put their full body weight into the person's head as if that were necessary. I'm glad no one ever did anything like that to me.
Somehow doors are very difficult. They are slightly easier than USB drives, but they can still be tricky. Even when labeled, people mess it up for whatever reason. I think it's the pressure of walking up to the door and quickly realizing that you have to make a decision, but you're too deep into it to stop and read the sign. You make a choice. Fifty percent of the time that choice is wrong. Everyone inside the building look at you like you're an idiot, despite the fact that they did the exact same thing.
This reverse sign doesn't help matters at all. You can't help but look like an idiot when encountering this door. In fact, you have a better chance of doing the right thing if you just take a random guess at which way to go.
There are very little uses for an orange pen. They aren't acceptable for school papers or legal documents, and hell, they're hard to read. That means that if you grab a pen that says it's orange, you really intended on needing an orange pen. I can't name a single reason why you would need an orange pen, but you would need one nonetheless. Then this stupid pen comes along ruining your whole plan. How dare you, good sir?
I recently went to Staples for some random office items and they had a sale on 500 pens for $9.99. Now I'm rolling in pens. It's incredible. I just throw them away and lose them on purpose now. I might as well. I have 500 to burn through. I'd be so upset if they were all orange though.
How many years were there in between these photos? It looks like a whole building went down and got replaced. That's not even the most upsetting part about it. I don't remember the capitol building ever moving. In all honesty, this is probably due to the lens used. In some movies it'll look like the actors are right in front of each other but in actuality they have to be dozens of feet away from each other to give the best look. It's wild. Everything you've ever seen through a camera is a lie. I'm glad I have the best camera in the world: my eyes.
"Within walking distance of the capitol building*" *Just not as much as it looks like in the photo. If you go on vacation, you better like walking. That's 90% of what vacations are.
This marketing tactic should be illegal. It's not even good because no one is going to be happy when they get there. Sure, getting people in the door is a win, but when they hate you it doesn't work as well. Then again, we all know that there's no such thing as free beer. What's bizarre is that you're more likely to get free beer if you're rich and can already afford beer. That's true of everything. Rich people get shit for free all the time.
Remember when punk bands would name themselves things like Free Beer and Nude Girls? That way no one could look them up. That's how anti-establishment they were. There's something cool to that, but by something I mean like 10%. It's 90% stupid. Help people listen to your music, ya dopes.
Never ending pasta is the greatest scam in the world. It's like never ending soda. Soda is so cheap that they could just give it away, but they charge you more so you can have unlimited. The thing is, if you can drink more than two big glasses then you have diabetes, so... stop. Pasta is the same. It'll fill you up so quickly that you'll never be able to take them out of business by eating forty bowls. Good luck getting through three bowls without having an internal issue.
Let's face it, all you can eat is what you make of it. Some days you have no business going to an all you can eat restaurant. Other days, you're ready to throw down so you walk into Hometown Buffet and put down eight plates. That's what's up.
The good thing about having a product name that also explains how to use the product is that it's self explanatory. People love self explanatory. If people have to do research on how to use a product, it'll be dead in the water. Trust me, I know this. I watch Shark Tank. That makes me a business coach. One a Day vitamins is perfect because people are like, "cool. I know what to do, and it sounds easy." Anyone can take one vitamine a day. Two though? You know you're going to forget to take one of them. That's why this one is such a burn. Might as well throw the whole thing out!
About two times a year I get really good at taking vitamins for about a month, then I mysteriously stop. I have no idea why. It's a cycle I just can't break.
Oh, man. We see what you did there. You should should always be wary when a product only reveals part of it. Why not show the whole thing? What are you hiding? It's like dating profile pictures. It's like, oh, so you're not going to give a body picture at all? I see what's going on here. Even worse if there isn't a single picture of their face. "I have a really great personality." You know you're in trouble when that happens. Sorry uggos, but own up to it. Someone thinks you're beautiful. Just be up front.
I don't think this carbonara needs any more meat or mushroom or whatever the hell that is, but I don't like the dishonesty. Frozen pizzas do this all the time. It's not Delivery, it's deceit. BOOM! Now that's a slam!
If you want to reduce car fatalities, you need to install this in every single car. People will drive much more carefully when twelve ounces of coke could spill on them with one jerky turn. You'd think that the possibility of flying through a windshield would make people drive more safely, but no, I think we need something like this. I can't believe the person tried this in the first place. If I was doing this I'd feel like I was handling a bomb. At any moment it could go off. I guess that's what you do when your car doesn't have cup holders.
No wonder I can't get my straw through the top of the perforations sometimes. Those things are liquid tight. I might have to take some cups and lids from McDonalds and use them as tupperware. My food will never go bad.
This one takes lying to new heights. Or should I say, it DOESN'T take lying to new heights. It should take anything to heights because it's not suitable for climbing. It may be difficult to see, but that's what the rope says on the label, despite the fact that it clearly shows someone climbing on it. God forbid someone grabs this rope without reading the label and goes out on a climb. To be fair though, if you're going to put your life in the hands of a rope, you better read the packaging.
What is this rope good for, tying people up and torturing them? That's not exactly something you can show on the label. What kind of company would make a product intended to hurt people? Oh, people who make machine guns for war? Got it.
Legendary musician and internet celebrity Tay Zonday had it right when he said "chocolate rain, some stay dry while others feel the pain." I'm feeling the pain on this one. For most of my youth, the only calcium I got was from Hershey's syrup in water. Not milk, because I thought milk was gross. Maybe that's why I break my tailbone if I sit down too hard. Remember to have your calcium, kids.
You know why this is a bitch move from Hershey's? Not only are they saying that it has calcium, they are saying that it has PLUS calcium. As if they added extra calcium. I swear, I can't even deal with labels anymore. It's just an opportunity to be lied to. Can we even trust gluten free anymore? I need to know. People's lives are on the line.
Are we sure that this trash can isn't a secret agent who is trying to collect fingerprints? It's the perfect plan. No one would ever worry about getting printed on that trash can, but then BAM! The cops are at their door. For what crime, I have no idea. Really though, you can't say that something is fingerprint-proof. Everything can get fingerprints on it if the person's hands are dirty and greasy enough. I'd argue that most of the times when you're coming into contact with a trash can are the times when your hands are already dirty.
I regret ever getting fingerprinted. I had to do it for a job and now I'm in the system. I don't know why that worries me, but it does. I'm worried about my fingerprints being in the system but not that my bank password is 123456.
The reason you would buy packaged cookies over making them yourself is that you get a uniform cookie. The perfect cookie, in some respects. Sure, homemade cookies are inferior in taste and texture, but they come out in weird shapes and there is a chance that you screw up banking them. Not store bought cookies though. Or at least that's what I thought. Look at that burnt-ass cookie. That doesn't belong in a package among golden beauties.
I never trusted those keebler elves anyway. I don't trust three adult men who live together. I don't know what they're up to. It seems nefarious. I think those keebler elves are terrorists. They're planning something in that tree. The cookies could even be a part of it. I'm not saying boycott keebler cookies. I'm just trying to share the facts.
You can tell how well the economy is doing by how often people leave notes after hitting a car. I live in Los Angeles and almost no one leaves a note. It's too cut throat out here. We're paying $1800 for studio apartments. Rich people drive old Hondas in certain neighborhoods just so they don't have to worry about the inevitable scratches and dents. There's a tip for you if you ever get money. Buy a Maserati and a Mazda. Drive the Maserati in Beverly Hills and the Mazda in Highland Park.
I've been guilty of this. You hit a parked car so you get out, assess the damage, and then see that people are looking at you. You either have to leave a note, jet, or fake a note. I'll usually go with faking a note, unless my car is still running.
This isn't very honest, but you might be saving a life. I have a hard time getting Cheeto dust off my jeans. How do you think that dust is interacting with your lower intestine? It's terrifying. Deliciously terrifying. The power of Cheetos is in the powder. If you put that powder on carrots, just as good. There's an idea for you. Chip flavored vegetables. Whatever works to get us eating vegetables.
There must be some kind of psychological advantage to eating carrots out of a chip bag like this. Your mind expects a tasty snack so they end up tasting better. Carrot bags are not appetizing. They are like wet little condoms. They need to work on packaging vegetables in a much better way. Think about it. Maybe put some funny faces on the tomatoes. I'd buy those.
Sometimes I don't know if parents are just trying to be dickheads to their kids or if they're teaching them real, valuable lessons. I don't have kids but I have a nephew, and I don't even know what my intentions are most of the time. I see too many kids and teen around who haven't been taught hard lessons. They think that there are no consequences to anything. Once you suffer some real shit, it's a domino effect. You start to act a little smarter. That is, unless you're a complete moron who just keeps repeating mistakes. There are plenty of those too.
Anything "extract" is the world's biggest prank. All extracts smell so good but then they destroy you by being way too extra. I'm sure many kids have made the fatal mistake of eating vanilla extract.
How cruel. This is like the Danish butter cookie tin except that there is no sewing kit inside of it. All there is inside this package are empty dreams. I don't blame Chips A Hoy, of course. I blame the family who would do this. Throw the package away. You don't know who you're hurting with this kind of prank. People need their cookies when they want them.
I had a friend whose uncle would come stay with them. He would eat the leftovers but he would leave a tiny sliver of food in the tray that way he didn't have to do the dish. Everyone saw right through what he was doing, but he would always say, "I didn't want to eat it all. Watching my weight." He very obviously wasn't watching his weight.
This is too true. Those stupid little creases don't do anything to help you crack the cracker. You know that there's a whole machine dedicated to making those little dots in the cracker. Let's just save the factory some money and quit it on those dots. They're never going to work, and they don't really even need to be there. Give us long crackers. We're fine with that. Right now we're just breaking them off into jagged daggers anyway.
I love a good cheese and cracker plate. If you're going to have one of those at your party, invite me. I'm a cheese guy for sure. I only eat the crackers with the cheese so no one says, "Julio, you're eating way too much cheese. Have some cracker, like a good boy." Yes, that's how people talk to me.
There are tons of boxes with this packaging, and guess what? It never works. In fact, if it does work, you should be worried, because that's some cheap cardboard you're dealing with. That's the dollar store level of cardboard. The macaroni inside might even be cardboard. I wish they would just say "cut here with scissors" instead, so that we could give up the hope of even trying this maneuver.
If you're a conspiracy theorist, this is just one of the subtle ways that the government makes us all go a little crazier every day. We expel so much energy being mad at the food boxes that we don't have any energy to be mad when ICE loses thousands of immigrant kids. That's right. I went there. That actually happened in 2018. Doesn't that sound like something that should have happened in 1918 instead?
I'm no zoologist, but I like to think that I know what a bunny looks like when I see one. Those are most definitely ferrets. Interestingly enough, I would never pay as high as forty five dollars for a bunny, but for a ferret, that's a steal. I'll go home with a few ferrets for forty five dollars. I hear they're assholes but at forty five dollars who cares.
That's like when you see something mislabeled at a store for much cheaper, so you take it to the register and hope the cashier doesn't realize the truth. That's much harder to do in a pet store, I'm sure. You'd hope that by the time you got to the cash register someone would realize that you're holding a ferret. "Sir, the ferrets are forty SIX dollars." / "Oh. No way then."
There are some things that are better left unsaid. They are the types of things that are so big that everyone can assume that unless you say otherwise, that they aren't true. Like saying "I don't have herpes" right before having sex with someone is very unusual. It's highly specific and apropos of nothing. Don't even bring it up unless you actually have it. That's the same thing with haunted houses. If you say "this house isn't haunted," guess what? That house is now haunted - at least in my brain it is.
No one drives by houses for sale and wonders if they are haunted, but once you put a sign up about it you better believe that's what they think. Even if you're trying to fight off a bad reputation of the house being haunted, that sign isn't going to do you any favors.
Jelly beans have it all wrong. You get a bag full of all different flavors, as if you don't want to be a fat pig and eat handfuls of the stuff. You don't see chips having bags full of barbecue, ranch, cheddar, and vinegar. That would be chaos! Why should jelly beans be any different? If you're going to argue for mixed bag jelly beans, then you already played yourself because number 42 already proves that it sucks.
Look at cinnamon and cherry. They are indistinguishable. It's not like we're talking about the difference between cherry and strawberry. Those are distinguishable from each other, but they are both sweet. Cinnamon is harsh as hell. Let's start a petition to end this harmful practice. Let's make cinnamon white striped or something. Now there's a great idea.
Subway prides itself on the footlong experience. For them to lie in this way is very hurtful to me. It makes me wonder what's going on with those six inch subs as well. Are we only getting 4.75 inches? When I'm buying food by the inch, I expect to get the proper inch amount. I think Subway should change to selling subs by weight. No longer would it be the five dollar footlong. It would be the five dollars four pounder. Load it up with as much as four pounds of meats, vegetables and cheeses.
If you get sent a dick pic, you better request that it come back next to a ruler. People will be doing some shady tricks like Subway. You can't trust a dick pic with anything other than a rule. Everything else could just be a smaller version of the real thing.
You know what? You never know which way the world is going to go. In a couple of decades maybe China will own the US or vice versa. We're on shaky ground as is. This could be what all the packaging for every product looks like eventually. As long as I'm not dead or enslaved, I'm cool with it. Unfortunately I'll most likely be dead or enslaved, so I might as well enjoy it while it lasts.
Remember when Made in China meant something was bad and Made in America meant something was great? Now they both mean "poorly made." Why would a company ever make a quality product? If they made a quality product then it wouldn't break. If it doesn't break, how are you going to keep buying it? You think your iPhone just magically gets worse when a new one comes out? No. They're breaking that shit.
I've heard that all the recycling and trash gets put in the same place when the trucks pick it up and they just separate it later at the facility anyway. For any of you people who recycle heavily, this is heartbreaking news. All that hard work for nothing. They literally just don't have the trucks that could hold both separately, so they just said, "screw it."
If you're really going to recycle, you have to go to a recycling plant. Otherwise your recyclables are just getting mixed in with the trash anyway. I don't know about you, but if I'm going to do something good for the environment, I want it to actually be impactful. I don't need to just pat myself on the back for doing something useless. Many people do need that though.
You live your whole life eating cup of noodles and you never once question what's inside of it. That's a microcosm of our entire lives. We just get shit shoved in front of us and we just take it. No questions asked. Luckily someone was curious AND had a hacksaw, because now we can see the truth. No wonder I have to eat ten of those to get filled up. Eating a cup of noodle is like having three chips. Not bags of chips. Just the three chips themselves.
At the end of the day, I'm still going to eat cup of noodle. It's too good and too easy. I don't have to do any dishes when I eat a cup of noodle. Hell, I don't even need a fork. I just drink it like a smoothie.
There's a reason why you upgrade to the large fries. It's because you want you some fries! Or you know your friend is going to mooch heavily off of you, despite the fact that you asked them if they wanted their own fries (classic friend situation). I would argue that the fry cup is not the best way to maximize your fries. They are liable to fall out of the top. Why else do you always find some in the bottle of the bag? The best conveyance for fries would be a big garbage bag.
This pictures shows the perils of the fry cup. Those are the exact same sized servings of fries! How dare they? The next president I vote for better run on the platform for wider fry cups. It's the only way to seek justice in the fry world.
I've only peppered in puns a little bit throughout this article, even though I'm a well seasoned pun make. I realize people can get salty when they hear puns. I hope I can mustard up some of my best ones for you. I think "Lies Ketchup to You" is on of my better a condiments. *hold for applause* We like to have fun here at buzzfuse. I hope you enjoyed that medley of unwanted puns.
Switching the colors here is messing with my mind. This would mess me up 100% of the time. Good thing I mostly mix my ketchup and mustard. Yes, I'm a monster like that. Get me a corn dog dipped in ketchup-mustard and I'm in heaven. I know a lot of people talk about ketchup and mayonnaise, but no. It's ketchup and mustard.
Dollars stores have been liars for a minute now. When's the last time you went to the dollar store and items were actually one dollars? 1991? You can get some items for a dollar, but that doesn't count for shit. I can go to the most expensive store in the world and still find something for a dollar. That doesn't make it a dollar store. The thing that makes a dollar store special is that I can get a mop, a bucket, and some floor cleaner for three dollars and twenty four cents. Get away from me with this two dollar nonsense.
I live in an area where every other store is a ninety nine cents store, but I'm talking about the real deal. These are dusty, messed up packaging style dollar stores. You don't know if you're going to buy a blanket or an incurable skin disease.
Textbooks are sacred. You open up a textbook, read it, and assume that what it's going to tell you is the truth. They are peer-reviewed and cost way too much money. Shouldn't that all point towards accuracy? The truth is, hell no. The issue is bigger than giraffes being called penguins. Textbook can change history, deleting the past. Students are taught what they want you to know. Who is they? Who knows. Illuminati, the Freemasons, the Kardashians. It could be anyone.
In twenty years when penguins and giraffes are both extinct, kids will read this book and assume that this is what a penguin is. That's a little scary. March of the Giraffes, narrated by Morgan Freeman - actually scratch that. He just got #Metoo'd. Let's have Neil Degrasse Tyson narrate it. Oh. He got #Metoo'd too. Nevermind. Kill the project.
