cursed images: let's get together and pin down the aesthetic!

lol i concur

Generally, the aesthetic isn't reliant on text, so this is borderline.

https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EjNTA4ZWAAEbwqQ?format=jpg

True story: this spring (as social distancing and germ-consciousness was becoming, um, viral) I happened to be in an elevator with an earnest sign stating we should avoid touching the elevator buttons directly - it suggested "consider using a car key or a pen."

It took every ounce of adulthood I possess (not much) to resist altering it to say "consider using a car key or a penis."

But I thought about it every time I got in that elevator.

one of my good friends went through a scatalogical phase...in college...that involved putting little dishes of his poop in an elevator and then sending it up and down to other floors

in all that fog of forgetfulness, one night sticks out to eat: it was the night he actually did put it in a dish and send it up and down the elevator. in the meantime, i was in his dorm room eating/drinking TWO QUARTS of egg drop soup and playing amazing amounts of super monkey ball on gamecube while distant screams of horror could be heard down the hallway

I'll run across this occasionally on Google, and each time wonder, "What happened here?"

https://i.imgur.com/sZftmRY.png

xpost - If you are still in touch with your friend, and depending on where he went to college, I might have a $127 bill I'd like reimbursement for from 1995. Some mystery shitter kept sending his poop in the elevators in our dorm and they never figured out who it was, so they prorated the damage charges to everyone in the dorm. Somehow the university felt they spent over $9,000 cleaning it up over the course of the two semesters.

The funny one was the night they served lobster in the dorm and I opened the elevator the next morning to find a full lobster in the middle of the cab, with a bib tied neatly around it and a knife and fork propped in the claws.

$9000!!!?!?

i had no idea that the mystery poop was a college trend! when he did it i was just like "why did you think to do this?"

I don't remember how it was, but in the 90s my university always billed students for damages. Usually it was if they could specifically tie damage in your room to you, they'd split it among the people assigned to the room. If it was damage (beyond wear and tear - i.e. punched holes in walls, spray paint, etc) to a common area or stairwell and they didn't know who did it, it got prorated to either the floor or the entire dorm.

They had a list we all got at the beginning of the semester that had like standard charges for "fixes" - like cleaning up feces was something like $250 per occurrence or something. Our mystery pooper also liked to hit the showers.

The $9,000 was just a guess based on what I had to pay multiplied my estimate of students in that smaller dorm. Usually these charges were between $10 and $30, but one year our entire dorm got hit with $127 charges. It was insane.

https://i.imgur.com/PDvcIps.jpg

The cat in a baby carrier is ok but the corn dog/ septic tank combo makes this a pretty solid exemplar of the phenomenon.

Cats will walk on a leash. They may not be happy, but they'll do it. I also trained a former cat to follow me around a 2 block park. He lagged, but followed. All to stop the mewling at the door at night.

that's a good un

Ace

wow

(this thread was way cooler w/o the qualifying terms exegeses, just letting the accursedness flow)

slow burn, goes deep

I think I found my 2020 Christmas card

classic cat-based cursed xmas card image

http://petslady.com/sites/default/files/inline-images/santa-paws-2.jpg

nope? maybe as a link?

http://petslady.com/sites/default/files/inline-images/santa-paws-2.jpg

i like to think that, rather than eating it, the female half of that couple is regurgitating her corn dog whole

^ kinda cursed but mostly lol

santa cats works for me btw

https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mysUwYOTNIo/XafclOPUEHI/AAAAAAACGsE/0qKHgaHJ5ZAtxeGdCpU19SYG8uzUafyIQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/halloween-costumes-1950s-1960s-16.jpeg

3rd world forcefield

noise bros be like I know a spot then take you here pic.twitter.com/l0dtjZNtZa

— jetski (@jetski0) June 28, 2020

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KAZiUYql2oE

might be too dirty for Branwell, even xp

https://scontent.fman1-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/121538101_3709908312355443_5490916567311240990_n.jpg?_nc_cat=103&_nc_sid=825194&_nc_ohc=qGQIXm85t1EAX9y175O&_nc_ht=scontent.fman1-1.fna&oh=595cb00237246563096a7579d9302607&oe=5FAAA02E

maybe the wrong thread but it was the one that i thought of when i saw it

I didn't go to work because a cat fell on my head and then a dog with shoes tried to do me justice. pic.twitter.com/20oSin7VYt

— I.Share (@IAMNERDIShare) October 7, 2020

https://i.redd.it/yt2tfbejzon21.jpg

good one; can't imagine the context.

i mean i can but i can't exactly imagine all the various things that had to happen for that to occur
or rather i can but i don't want to

I imagine the context is a child dying
xp well yes that

I dunno, looks like a full-size coffin to me.

RIP Boss Baby

full-size coffin yes but maybe all the babies are laid in it crosswise

https://pbs.twimg.com/media/ElKmgapXEAE46QZ?format=jpg&name=900x900

Begging for distance markers on the floor...

are you really willing to risk burning alive for this poo

I hold the rare opinion that Pinterest is good not bad and that it's all about how you use it. Case in point being my entire sub-board consisting of hundreds of cursed toilet-related images.

i love how your only hope to survive a fire trapped at the end of a comically long and narrow hall is oxygen deprivation, but that little window solves that problem for you

Designed by Mark Z Danielewski.

https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/41LIOcFYb9L._AC_.jpg

i feel like my dorito-licking experience is the anti-matter of that cheesepuff and the powder protectors.

once every four or five years i repeat this gross story, but i used to lick off all the cheese on doritos, on both sides, and then stack up the dried carcasses of doritos in a plate. i'd stack them up dozens high, or however many doritos come in a small bag. this is all in a cafeteria in high school, btw. anyways, i'd stack up the dried out, cheeseless, doritos, then at the end of lunch, i'd crunch down on the entire gross dorito tower at the same time. they were so hollowed out that it would all squish down to one really gross, mouth-sized thing.

anyway, my cheeseless, soul-less doritos were the antimatter of that fresh cheesepuff above. and the way i treated those doritos - seeking only to extract the precious cheese powders, before obliterating the remains as a matter of showbiz - is the antimatter of using plastic to keep the cheesepowder away from the body

if stephen king ever runs out of ideas, you've got a doozy to pitch him

The Withdrawing of the Cheese

km that is horrifying

also I briefly misread that this is something you do every 4 or 5 years

at the stroke of midnight

what's amazing is at the time, i was also really struggling in the whole "relationship scene" and was always wondering why because i was a Nice Guy