coworker: what’s for lunch?
me: [eating] food, generally
cw: no, I mean what are you having?
me: an unwanted conversation
dear teenage me, it’s the future. no flying cars but you will write jokes on a telephone. no don’t kill yourself it’s actually pretty fun
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My mother was so overprotective we were only allowed to play rock, paper.
FRIEND: Want to do Escape the Room?
ME: Dude like 90% of my life is me trying to figure out how to get out of places I don’t want to be
Sure I’ll join your Cause on Facebook…Right after I jump out of an airplane without a parachute…
Just realized I haven’t fed my imaginary friends since a tea party when I was 6 so they’re all dead now.
[giving a eulogy for my doctor]
ME: im very sorry that i ate all of those apples
Me: Just once?
Me: Say, “I’m a law-biting citizen”
Dog: That’s not water in your cup, is it?
*throws phone over courthouse metal detector. catches phone on the other side. resumes conversation*
9am: protein shake, oatmeal
1pm: small salad, chicken breast
5pm: grilled salmon, spinach
9pm: 4 whole “i don’t give a shit anymore” pizzas