Instead of making a flowchart about work-appropriate attire or, better yet, cleaning my kitchen, I just spent 30 minutes making a Blingee of my mom’s mentally disabled cat. Her tongue is ALWAYS out, and she regularly bonks into things and/or falls over and/or forgets how her back legs work. She needs her own sitcom ASAP.
P.S. I know you children of Tumblr were fetuses then, but back in the day  everyone was on MySpace, and Blingees were responsible for about 80 percent of browser crashes. Simpler times!