Wreckerators, I've been watching you mutilate a beachy pair of flip-flops for years now. YEARS.
First, you made them extra lumpy:
Then you turned them into a pair of giant amoebas:
Next you went through your "spotted pickles" phase:
... or, depending on your color scheme, maybe diseased kidneys:
Then you really started exploring the studio space:
[Gold-plated diapers not included. I hope.]
But now - NOW - you've gone and outdone yourselves, wreckerators.
And this... [biting lip]
...THIS is what... !!
No, I can't do it.
I can't even dignify this last wreck with an intro, wreckerators. I'm just going to sit over here with my eyes narrowed and shake my head at you.
That's right: I'M SHAKING MY HEAD IN SHAME.
Because nothing can prepare one...
FOR THE SOLE-CRUSHING
... OF DOOOOOOM!
Shaking my head in shame... FOREVER.
Thanks to Brittany H., Casey, Lisa C., Nathaly W., Rebecca K., & Danielle H. for making us laugh 'til we cry for our future.