WIFE: What the…?
ME: I’m teaching him to play piano.
W: You idiot!
M *covering chicken’s ears*: Not in front of Johann Sebastian Bock-Bock
[3 dads circling new neighbor on their bikes]
“im not looking for any trouble”
all three dads in unison: HI NOT LOOKING FOR TROUBLE IM DAD
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M: It’s a boat!
Me writing: Day 286, Jane is still scared of boats
I’ll bet Waldo owed some people money. You don’t get that good at hiding for no reason.
You: I got a headache.
WebMD: It’s gonna be your last one.
WHAT I SAID:
Woah! You look like Tina Turner on meth.
WHAT I SHOULD’VE SAID:
Good Morning Honey.
Calling bullshit on news that the Amazon is burning. I just got a package delivered from them today
Why is it called a phobia-induced breakdown and not tears for fears?
*maintains eye contact while checking ‘Dating Librarians For Dummies’ out from the library.
Two year old with over developed brain: Mother. Father. I do not mean to bother you but it seems I’ve soiled the crib. I tried cleaning it up but my arms are too small for me to-
Mom: Why do you have a brutish accent?
Dad: That’s the question you wanna ask?
[bar closing time]
Do you wanna come over to my place?
Her (flirtatious af): oh yeah
Ok hold on..
Mom? Can you pick me up now?