The internet is packed with challenges like optical illusions and puzzles like Wordle, all designed to test our brains. One of the latest is a picture called “I’m sure you can’t find the 4th object,” and it’s got people stumped.
The image shows three people at the toilets—one woman sitting down and two others standing by their toilets. On the side of the picture, there’s a list of objects to find: an egg, a glove, an envelope, and a crutch.
But what about the crutch?
ChatGPT said:
ChatGPT
If you want to try finding the objects yourself, stop here because the answers are coming up…
Since the objects are beige, they can be tricky to see at first. The brown glove is on the skirt of the person standing in the middle. The egg is on the nose of the person on the left, and the envelope is turned sideways to blend in with the bathroom tiles on the wall.
But where’s the crutch?
No matter how hard you look, you won’t find a crutch in the picture because there isn’t one.
The creator’s profile hints at how to figure it out by saying, “Tap the + to see it.” But this just makes you follow their account, and you still won’t see a crutch since it’s not there.
This is a common trick to gain followers, so if you’re puzzled by something on TikTok, keep in mind that it might just be a way to get you to follow them!
My Neighbor Kept Hanging out Her Panties Right in Front of My Son’s Window, So I Taught Her a Real Lesson
The underwear of my neighbor turned into the star of a suburban farce, stealing the show directly outside my son’s 8-year-old window. Jake’s innocent question about whether her thongs were slingshots made me realize that the “panty parade” needed to end and that it was time to teach her some prudence when doing the laundry.
Oh, suburbia: a place where everything seems perfect, the air filled with the scent of freshly cut grass, and life goes on without incident until someone changes everything. At that point, Lisa, our new neighbor, showed up. Everything had been rather quiet until wash day, when I saw something for the first time that had caught me off guard: a rainbow of her panties flapping outside Jake’s window like flags at a dubious parade.I nearly choked on my coffee one afternoon while folding Jake’s superhero underwear and happened to look out the window. And there they were, lacy and blazing pink and very much on show. Ever the inquisitive child, my son glanced over my shoulder and posed the dreaded query, “Mom, why is Mrs. Lisa wearing her underpants outside? And why are there strings on some of them? Are they for her hamster companion?I tried to explain between choked laughter and horrified astonishment. However, Jake’s imagination was running wild as he pondered whether Mrs. Lisa had aerodynamically engineered underpants and was indeed a superhero. He even expressed a desire to participate, proposing that his Captain America boxers be displayed next to her “crime-fighting gear.” Jake would get curious and Lisa’s laundry would flap in the breeze on a daily basis. But I realized it was time to terminate this farce when he offered to hang his own underpants next to hers. So, prepared to settle the dispute amicably, I marched over to her residence. Before I could say anything, Lisa answered the door and made it plain that she wasn’t going to break her laundry routine for anyone. She dismissed my worries with a laugh, advised me to “loosen up,” and even gave me style tips for my own clothes. Despite my frustration, I remained resolute and devised a cleverly trivial scheme. Using the brightest fabric I could find, I made the biggest, flashiest pair of granny panties ever that evening. When Lisa departed the following day, I hung my work of art directly in front of her window. When she came back, the sight of the enormous underwear with a flamingo print almost took her breath away. It was worth every stitch to watch her lose her cool trying to take down my practical joke. After a while, she gave in and agreed to shift her laundry somewhere less noticeable, all the while I silently celebrated my success. After that, Lisa’s laundry disappeared from our shared vision, and everything returned to normal. What about me? In the end, I had some flamingo-themed curtains that served as a constant reminder of the day I prevailed in the suburban laundry war.
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