You come home after a long day of work. You just want to unwind and forget about that annoying thing your boss said. Then you see it—
Your favorite lipstick, destroyed.
Your favorite zebra print, ruined.
You hear a noise in the other room. Could the culprit still be here? The gall. You burst in, eyes wide, teeth grit.
He tries to move but he can’t. Must have been something he ate. He smiles, you laugh and that thing your boss said is a distant memory.
[Photos via _sYndrome_ on reddit]