All right, this is a picture of a street zipper. Nothing weird here. Uh-oh. It started talking. That's a part of the art piece and not the LSD's effects on my brain, right?
A factory owner put these giant props all over his roof just to screw with plane passengers.
Perhaps it's a lady bug and not a weird third nipple at all. Better keep comparing pictures.
I use to love mayo, but with this all that it makes me think of is how much I miss my brother.
Ever since they started serving breakfast all day things have gotten weird.
This is what love is all about: trusting your partner with your weird apple shooting fetish.
Weird; they all had facial reconstruction surgery to look like that girl so they could drink a Smirnoff.
And all this time I have just been putting my hopes and dreams in the paper bin.
I do this with my friends all the time. We call it 'bomb ball.' It's fun. You should try it.