Life is hard when you're an impatient guy who has to wait for one specific night to get a year's worth of work done. Jason probably watches the clock on the 12th until midnight strikes. Waiting really is the hardest part of having fun.

If Jason comes for you, might as well consider it an honor. Other people are scared of the Camp Crystal Lake legend. Real fans welcome the mask-wearing maniac to their homes like the icon he is.

It's hilarious imagining a horror bad guy taking a smoke break in the middle of chasing people in their nightmares. But I have questions. Do you smell the smoke in your dream? Or does Freddy have to clock out and then clock back in to the day job after he puts his cig out?

So much about the Friday the 13th movie has become pop culture gold, like the whisper sound effects heard in the movie. Whether you hear "ki ki ki" or "ch ch ch" (Mental Floss reported the scary sound is ki), you recognize it immediately. And so does Pika-chu chu chu.

I'm glad someone else finally sees it: Crocs go with Jason's hockey mask. And while you can't deny how comfortable they are, I'll have to pass. Looks like Jason might be wearing a pair tonight, though. On his face.

Imgur user SurvivorsWelcomed wrote in the caption, "Drawn by me, just thought I would post it here. Actually kinda happy with how it turned out." I think it went well, too. Except I'm still not giving any bloody hugs today.

Don't mind me. Just keeping it casual with my mask and machete over here, folks. No one gets hurt as long as the coffee's hot.

I love the clash of current pop culture and an '80s classic. Of course Jason Voorhees would have a literal book of faces. Talk about hitting the refresh button... what a creep.

The internet is undefeated with this detailed meme. It wins both in the execution (no pun intended) of the graphics and in the caption. Poor, gentle Bob Ross doesn't deserve this, but we absolutely do.

(Raises hand slowly) It was me. I'm the one who had no idea what a Michael Myers mask was until I saw this meme. I just thought it was Jason without the hockey face. My bad, Mike.

So all we have to do is pour a puddle at the guy's feet to scare him? That's... easy. Doesn't this movie happen at a lake? Somebody get me a bucket.

"Friday" by Rebecca Black would definitely be the song stuck in his head while he goes about his business. It's a bit of oldie at this point, by about seven years. But what's a couple of summers to a homicidal zombie-freak?