For those of you not fluent in the universal language of diagram, I offer the following interpretation.
The figure on the the right is clearly me. You can tell that it's me, in spite of the absence of neck, because of the perfectly rendered droopy breasts. That's precisely what they look like when I bend over like that, although generally, I roll them up and stuff them inside a padded t-shirt bra. In case you doubt me, although I'm not sure why I'd lie about this, my BFF, Wes, likes to call me 'Monkeytits'. It's okay, he gave me this for Christmas.
He can call me whatever the hell he wants. Isn't that right, Pigface? That's my hand there in the photo, because if I don't have skin to skin contact with it at all times, I begin to feel less of a person.
Anyhoo, the quarter-circle must be the pool because this came with the pool, so I'm guessing it has something to do with the pool, you know?
The little zigzag things are obviously birds. They're swimming with that gingerbread man. The gingerbread man's head has fallen off because they're Goddamn little heads ALWAYS fucking fall off and then you have to try to kind of squish them back on before you put them in the oven. Then when they're cooked and you try to take them off the tray, their heads fall off again and then you have to stick them on with icing, but they just fall off again, so next time you make gingerbread elephants, because they don't have necks, but, oh crap, DO NOT get me started on those bloody trunks.
So, to sum up, this graphic instruction sheet clearly states: 'Should you find a gingerbread man (with it's head detached, naturally) floating in your paddle pool where birds are swimming, simply lean forward and shoot lasers from your eyes and, for goodness' sake, put a bra on, Woman.'
This has been a public service announcement from tinsenpup for the benefit of humankind. Don't try to tell me I'm not making a difference.