I pretty much feel like this image represents what life in your 20s feels like. You feel like your life is being scrutinized as though it were under a magnifying glass. Oh, and most of the time you just feel like you’re running around with your skin burning off.

I onve hoped I had worms, so I could blame my ravenous appetite on a gut parasite. However, it was just me being the compulsive worry-eater that I am. I guess I just have to embrace that.  

It looks like Ariel is a southern belle in this image, and someone just got her on the toilet. “Why I neva’ eva’! I do declare, I’ve never been so insulted in all my life.”

A summer stroll right onto the sex offender list. This dirty bunny should no better. That’s one naughty bunny rabbit.

The dirty difference in this one is subtle. Belle is reading the kids the worst softcore erotica novel ever: Fifty Shades of Grey. Though that black eye Belle has is way too hard for the vanilla BDSM that is that book.

Guess now we know what the “gadgets and gizmos” Ariel was singing about here. I think that what he’s holding there is the double-ended “Thingamabop 5000." Meant for some serious double penetration of your “whosits” and “whatsits.”

Side note: Where would a mermaid actually put that thing though?

You know, I always wondered about that. A hot single gal in a house full of seven men? Yeah, something was bound to happen. Unfortunately, Grumpy is the one with erectile dysfunction.

“You little b***h, I know you didn’t throw that ball. How about you go cuddle with Jesus? You’re about to meet him in a minute!”

No one puts the lotion on its skin like Gaston. No one would f**k Gaston like Gaston would f***k Gaston. Gaston will only give you the hose again if you ask nicely.

I’m pretty sure this is what guys see when I take them home at night. A few of them that stick around must really be into Ursula from A Little Mermaid. The rest just run away barking when I lift my skirt up.

I always felt like there was a lot of sexual tension between Harry and Ron. All those nights staying up late practicing magic in the Gryffindor dorm — something was bound to happen. Plus, you know what they say about Gingers: they’re hung like Hagrid and they’re super slippery when they Slytherin.

Let’s play a game, Goldilocks. You’ve got five minutes to cut your leg off before you get boiled alive in that porridge you said was “too hot.” Choose carefully.

“You’re seriously going to choose that worm over me? I’m going to turn into a monarch butterfly, you hag. He’s nothing but a gypsy moth!”

I wonder if this was a drawing Tony Soprano drew during one of the sessions with his therapist. He must have recently watched The Little Mermaid, as that is clearly Flounder swimming in the background.

Dora the Explorer is f***ed in this America. Trump’s already got her on a list somewhere and the INS has her in custody as we speak. Can you spell F-A-S-C-I-S-M? Yay, you did it!