Well, this is terrible. It seems like someone opened up a nighmare box and these tiny demons came spewing out.
This girl needs therapy. And some mouthwash. STAT.
This shower looks like it belongs in hell. That, or it belongs to the Kool Aid man.
As if I wasn't already scared to live my life, now I have to worry about spiders in the toilet paper roll? No. Thank. You.
These people are insane. Thrill seekers? More like death seekers.
Yes, these are trees filled with spider webs. I know you were hoping it was snow or something, but here we are.
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Except if you jump out of a plane, that's probably just going to kill you.
You lost me at "Come over and see my new three-headed cobra." I no longer require your friendship.
OF COURSE the guy who gets a nail through his finger is literally missing the finger next to it. You can't write this stuff, people.
This is literally the stuff that nightmares are made of. Unless you like spiders for some reason. In that case, I can't imagine how messed up your nightmares are.
Not only should you never brush your teether ever again, but it might be a good idea to burn down your entire house. Start fresh, you know?
How did teens go from smoking cigarettes and skateboarding to THIS? Is going to school and playing sports really that bad?
The last thing I want to think about while playing golf is being bitten by a snake. A rouge squirrel? Sure. A golf cart with cut breaks? Okay. But, a freaking snake? C'mon!
So many questions.
1) Do spiders that big really exist?
2) What was that man thinking?
3) Can someone give me a hug?
Alright guys, last picture. We made it! No more pictures like this ever again. I promise.