Obnistic

Your math test looked like a confused raccoon drew it.

The instructions for the app were like a drunk robot wrote them.

Your mom’s lasagna was obnistic, no one knows what’s inside.

Your text message was so obnistic, I thought you were mad at me for breathing.

The directions to your house were obnistic, like they were written by a zombie with a migraine.

Your life choices are obnistic, and I’m not even mad about it.