oh god why

You know how it is, sometimes you're just surfing the internet, minding your own business, and then you just get the weirdest urge to be the most kawaii being desu in all of desu the land desu desu desu.

And clearly you both needed some more sunscreen. Let that molting skin be a reminder that we didn't come to the Pearl Jam concert to see this.

Happy Monday everyone! Let that image sit with you for the rest of the week, eh?

How many more smooches are we going to have to ruin before we put an end to this nonsense?

Wall-E here is getting all kinds of feelings that he didn't know he could feel before.

Please let it be the latter!

I mean, we've all been there. I'd much rather look like a cartoon caricature on most days anyway.

Straight from the pages of the Sunday not-so-funnies!

Point is, I understand this makeup job about as much as I understand math.

And by work I mean strip club. And by strip club I mean the unmarked dumpster behind the Jiffy Lube.

Ugh, it's like seeing a sack of groceries in swim wear.

I mean there's absolutely nothing that isn't not terrifying. Yes. No wait, no.