Back when photobombing was a relatively new phenomenon, a small, goofy rodent and a couple of larger, goofier tourists combined to help make it a thing. It should not have become a thing.
I’ve generally let the internet off with a warning when it comes to distributing cute animal pictures. But I want you to know I am VERY disappointed in all of you, people.
What could possibly be worth sacrificing your independence and ruining your friend’s day? Did this squirrel tell you to forward this to seven people or your vagina would fall off? VAGINAS CAN’T FALL OFF, PEOPLE. And can someone explain to me HOW THE FUCK THIS IS NEWS?
Fucking squirrels, people. Do you realise how many vacation photos I have ruined by jumping in front of the camera of complete strangers? Do you know how many of those photos have become internet sensations?
The answers, respectively, are a lot and fucking zero.
But this fucking jerk-off, THE PARIS HILTON OF THE SQUIRREL COMMUNITY, pops up in one picture with his top off and all of the sudden he gets to go to the moon and meet Abraham Lincoln.
Well, fuck you, squirrel, looking mystified by simple technology that’s been around for a fucking century does not impress me, even if you’ve conned the rest of the world.