The Sunday Saddies. We all get ’em. Those pangs of dread and depression that slowly sneak up on you nearly every Sunday without fail — a combination of lack of productivity, the knowledge you have a full five days of work before the weekend, and pure, unadulterated existential malaise — can only be combatted with one thing: laughter.
And what’s funnier than all those delicious Vines of yore? Literally nothing. NOTHING! The death of Vine was the death of laughter. Anyway, here’s Wonderwall Vape Tornado.