It's like that car came from out of nowhere!

That's what you get for driving along the highway at normal speed in broad daylight while camouflaging yourself in a lime green paint job.

After such an egregious display of failing to mind its p's and q's, that car was practically asking to get rear-ended.

Going by the sign, one could assume that this place isn't interested in paying or trading for your used, rusty piece of junk.

Instead, it could be the case that they pay to rid the world of your crab-infested clunker in the most creative ways with extreme prejudice.

Essentially, it's the most efficient way to say "bye" to your used cars.

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For a brief second, this kid got to experience what it was like to be a badass ninja...just before gravity cashed its check and sent him spinning out the trampoline by way of an unpleasant meeting with the rim.

He seemed to be okay, but the next time this humbled hopper attempts some air spins like that, it will be in the comfort of his home, holding an Xbox controller.

The clientele at this store seem to get a quick rush of blood to the head when they're rubbed...with savings.

There's no other place that a self-respecting clock lover would go to get the random secondhand clocks of strangers.

You're guaranteed to leave this place holding a clock in each hand as they get ready to go off in sync.

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While this polite pussy demonstrates some great problem-solving skills, it seems that the infamous mystery brought to light by The Baha Men regarding who let the dogs out in the first place just got a new prime suspect.

It may be the case that the esteemed scientist, Peter Venkman was correct when he mused, that "dogs and cats living together" was one of the signs of mass hysteria.

Besides picking the worst possible place for a pit stop, this guy also had the inconsiderate audacity to over-shake and whistle a lot.

This shark simply got sick and tired of seeing the decorum for outdoor peeing get abused by this scurrilous, shirtless swimmer.

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Warning: Bad Language.

We should probably clear a few things up.

Cliff diving is dangerous. Cliff diving at night is really dangerous. Cliff diving at night while lit on fire, however, is sensible and logistically sound.

Not only does the glow of the flames from your burning clothes which ravenously tries to ignite and consume your flesh provide proper lighting, but it also makes you more visible to other night cliff divers who might happen to leap at the same moment.

This is either a banner directed at hungry carnivores or a public service announcement telling people to log off Facebook and Twitter and actually get together in person.

Regardless, that proposed social gathering should have some pretty good marbling.

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When man mocked nature with the advent of the "Turducken," you just knew that there would be genetic ramifications to be endured when it came to actual livestock.

This mooing pig is just the tip of the iceberg. We might as well prepare for gobbling goats and clucking cows.

Clearly, our oinking chickens have come home to roost.

"I'm calling this, okay?

This is not a debate. I have no intention of standing here and indulging you in a back-and-forth dialectical sparring match over ownership of this salami.

It's mine! End of discussion, done and done! Get over it, go get your own."

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