maxiesatanofficial:

skarchomp:

*wakes up and turns on my giant complicated yet charming series of rube goldberg machines that make my breakfast but i mess up the combination and get scorching hot eggs tossed in my face*

Pretty fucked up to see people uncritically reblogging this when OP’s automated hedge-trimmer rendered all my topiaries cubist as well as slicing my belt in two, causing my pants to fall down and reveal a whimsically-patterned pair of boxer shorts

You can’t deny their piano-moving pulley system worked great,
though; at least until that dog with the spot across one eye chewed through the
rope.