More than anything else, this image has me worried that something has crawled out of the sewer and is walking among us. What is it and will fire kill it?!

I don't know WHAT these things are, but I do know for a fact that one blue one is incredibly lonely and deserves to be back with its other blue

brethren. Wait, am I supporting segregation? Never mind, go forth, blue pill. 

I like to imagine a little girl with missing front teeth installed this and just spelled "third" phonetically. 

This is the e-mail inbox of a person who is about to be fired for not doing the big business report that she's been getting memos about for the last

three months.

Ya know, soda is bad enough for you without introducing this heart-pressure-raising nonsense into the equation. 

Who gave this obvious insane asylum person a piece of chocolate? Their only excuse for eating this way would have to be that they're locked up in a straight jacket.

This would be incredibly impressive if it weren't for the log in the top left corner. Why does it seem to just be chilling there. Is it even tied down?

Final Destination 18, coming to a theater near you soon. 

I'm sorry, how is that bag floating? Is this Wal-Mart haunted? Did a bag boy die in this aisle? What's his story?

This is not okay. What was the shape of this room that you couldn't lay tile correctly. It would've had to be, wait, literally any shape can be cut in

half. Fire this contractor.

You know what, there's a quiet brilliance to this. If you're one of those freaks who doesn't eat the crust, then you don't leave behind your gnawed remains. 

There's is zero chance that the person who laid this sidewalk didn't do this on purpose. He is and will always be a sicko.

When you were a child, if your mother ever cut a sandwich like this and gave it to you like this, then you should have called Child Protective Services on

her. 

Literal scientists probably decided the best placement for the little silver star spot. You are not better than their engineering degrees. 

I honestly can't decides if this fixes or creates a problem. Really, we just need to fix the Leaning Tower of Pisa. People who hate those forced perspective holding-it-up pictures

will thank us. 

Hopefully, that warning tag says something like "Warning: This Will Trigger Your OCD. Do Not Look Directly At It."

Oh, you ran out of tiles? Go to the paint store. Buy some white paint. Paint the leftover gray tile black. Simple. Easy-peasy. I guess I could be a contractor. Hire me.  

This one might take you a second. There's a hint in the title. Be warned: once you see it you won't be able to un-see it. 

Look, they're good nails. But that accent nail (or whatever the term is) is NOT OKAY. You are being cruel and malicious to poor OCD sufferers all around you! 

This isn't a sign of bad carpentry. No, it's actually a sign that the apartment is slowly growing. In two years there will be a whole extra row of tiles

and a one-inch sliver of a new row. 

Second of all, the marquee number/letter store can't be THAT far away. Send your most trustworthy popcorn butterer to buy more letters. Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am. 

Do you know how easy it is to put weights back in the right spot? As easy as it was to pick them up in the first place. 

This = actively crossing the line from cool to falling on your face for fashion. Don't fall on your face for fashion, people. 

So, THAT'S why the left side of my food keeps giving me salmonella...

Oh boy, that's lot of pills. At least put them in separate bottles! And maybe don't take them (unless they're prescription). Or give them out at a rave...I'm not your

mother.

Rumor is, if you stare at this long enough, the tiles start twirling. Might lead to a brain bleed. Try at your own risk.

First of all, what even is this? Pepto Bismol chocolate? Second of all, turn it over, yo.

Well, this is just taking ALL of the fun out of eating Bubble Tape.

This person lost all karmic bonus points the second he chose to NOT SIT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WATER. You. Had. One. Job.

Okay, it's completely obvious the stock boys were smoking something not-tobacco when they were on their breaks.

Look, pick a pattern or stick with ONE COLOR.

Look, I just, I don't even know. This is how Thanksgiving Day arguments start.

This is obviously evidence that 2 realities have blended together right on top of one another. Watch out for your double.

I don't which is more heinous—the upside down soda or the random water.

Which is worse—trash in the streets or tiles placed like this?

I don't know which is worse, the fact that you could have  a row of matching lids or the vague-ass names these jars have."Everything?" As in every spice? That's just

a flat-out lie. 

If you're painting a building, people will notice if you run out of pale yellow and decide to use up the leftover paint from the psychedelic deli truck you painted

last week. 

"This was the sign we needed that grandpa needed to quit his job as a street signal painter."

This is your grandma's version of using the holiday to come out of the closet. Only there's nothing natural about what she's doing.

Which is worse—the fact that they aren't all sharpened or the fact that one is upside down?

I'll give them points for the pattern...but no, I still can't accept this.

What heathen chicken laid that white egg? Someone call an exorcist, stat.

The House Greenbud has crossed the threshold into the Territory of Castle Blood Orange. The battle will be fierce. Many sacrifices will be made. Get in my belly.

This is proof that there's an alternate reality where all mouses are on top of the laptop. That reality is always slightly less practical. Glad we live here.

And here I was thinking that nothing could make Fig Newtons more unappealing than they already were. 

The robots filling the containers and the colored pencil factory are drinking on the job. 

Who okay-ed anything about this. The tiles themselves are ugly. The utter failure of proper placement is a straight up tragedy. The owners of this home should be ashamed. Hmm,

too harsh?

Look, I can kind of get behind this decoration choice. Maybe at a theme restaurant. But having that one on the bottom askew is flat-out asking too much of me.

Looking at that floor is giving me vertigo.

If I walked into someone's home and saw this mess on the wall, I would high-tail it out of there. The wiring is going to blow any second.

Hint: top left corner. This is the cruelest one of them all. This post lulls you into a false sense of security and then attacks you when you're belly up.