Store Clerk: Happy holidays
Me (angrily): Merry…CHRISTMAS
Clerk (even angrier): SEASON’S GREETINGS
[we just start choking each other]
Apparently the main job qualification for being a pirate was that you had to be named after a beard.
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“Pay attention, 007; this might look like an ordinary suitcase but, if you push this button, a handle comes out and you can wheel it.”
guard 1: choose your path wisely. one of us always lies and one of us alwa-
guard 2: AAAAAAHHH
guard 1: always screams
me: doesn’t that get annoying?
guard 1: *heavy sigh* no it’s actually super awesome
“If anyone knows a reason why these two should not marry, speak n-”
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*ring bearer vomits*
Apparently, my office doesn’t think the women’s restroom needs a tampon disposal, so wrapped it up and put it in their suggestion box.
Unless you and your family were attacked by Bigfoot, then no, I don’t want to see your camping pictures.
You say drug dealer.
I say astute, urban entrepreneur embracing the booming chemical escapism market.
“I should probably start filling this thing out.”
-I say about my son’s baby memory book on his wedding day.