FAQs
Sure, and I’ll pay my rent with a high-five. Bring cash or a miracle.
Only if you want a melted paperweight and a front-row seat to a fire sale.
Because even your cat knows you’re auditioning for the wrong species.
Only if you can return your face with it—mirrors don’t lie, buddy.
Totally, if you enjoy explaining a black eye to the paramedics.
Because it’s practicing for the St. Patrick’s Day parade—throw it out, genius.
Yes, if you want a sunburn with a side of fries and a trip to the ER.
Maybe they’re tired of your terrible life advice—try silence.
Only if you’re auditioning for a soap opera called Days of Our Garage.
Sure, if the cashier’s also your therapist and accepts bad teeth as currency.
Because it’s the only one smart enough to know it’s not worth reading.
Only if you want to be the human equivalent of a grilled cheese sandwich.
Maybe because you brewed it with the laundry—check the filter, Sherlock.
Go for it, if you enjoy explaining a flooded kitchen to your landlord.
Because they’re shocked the pilot didn’t turn it into a rollercoaster.
Only if you want to test if you float like a bloated Thanksgiving turkey.
Because it’s tired of your Netflix binges and wants a break—try a book.
Sure, if you want a minty-fresh dent and a mechanic’s laugh track.
They’re starting a secret sock cult—check your basement for the ritual.
Only if you’re auditioning for the next Fear Factor reboot—good luck!