
*at a restaurant, eating burgers*
Me: “I don’t take condiments well.”
Friend: “Don’t you mean compliments?”
Me: *already covered head-to-toe in ketchup*

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me: what distance issue, I’m always here or nearby
wife:
me: oh

Therapist: Why are you here?
Me: Ahh, the great existential question. Why are any of us-
Therapist: No, I mean your appointment is tomorrow.

Keep your friends close. Keep your enemies closer. Keep your frenemies in a dark basement filled with bees.

I want to be 14 again so I can ruin my life differently. I have new ideas.

My girlfriend said she wants a fairy-tale life. So I’ve trapped her in her gran’s bedroom with a wolf.

Women always call me ugly until they find out how much money I make.
Then they call me ugly and poor.

Shout out to metaphors. Without you there would only be like four songs.

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Put a mirror on the ceiling.
She said.
It will be sexy.
She said.
Terrify yourself every morning.
I found out.