Dearest Emma,
The COVID battle’s intensified. I helped an old lady load groceries. I put all the heavy items into her car.
Then I lost myself, Emma. I stole her toilet paper. It was 3 ply Quilted Northern, the kind with aloe. The lavender scent reminded me of you.
War is hell.
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Don’t ask me how I know
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Gordon Ramsay as an art judge:
*Throwing crayons
This “drawing” isn’t worth the paper it’s printed onBabies crying everywhere
I thought I was doing a good deed today but long story short I stole my neighbor’s cat
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“Oh, hey! I didn’t even recognize you!” means “I saw you and tried to avoid you, but here you are.”
A work friend’s daughter is getting married and she asked me to help plan a potato bar for the reception. I did it. I’m a potato planner. I can die now. This is the reason I was born.
Look me in the eye and tell me you love me…
No, not the glass one.
OK I watch a lot of Dateline BUT: like 80% of the murders happen in small towns and the episode starts with someone saying “things like this don’t happen in small towns.”
Like – lady, watch Dateline 🤷♀️
It’s hoodie and chainsaw weather finally
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[first day as a bartender]
boss: stop putting OJ in the mojitos
me: *starts serving mitos*
HER: *spitting out food* This is GROSS! What did you put in this?
ME: Old Spice. Just like you said to.
HER: I said ALL spice, you idiot!
ME, my last day as a doctor: Sir, your sugar is dangerously high. You need to eat less… *checking the notes on my hand*… crabs.
I’m like a siren of the sea, except I lure my victims by smelling like garlic bread
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My insurance rates went way down after I legally changed my middle name from Danger to Robert.
I hate when there’s a knock on your door and you open the door and it’s someone.
If I ever become rich, you know where all my money is going?
To the bank
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This rain has ruined my weekend plans. I shouldn’t have left them in the garden.
“I need help doing a resume.”
“What software do you want to use?”
“I hoped you’d tell me.”
“And where will you be applying?”
“I was gonna ask you.”
“And what’s your experience?”
“Whatever you think.”
“If you get the job will I be the one showing up? Because I’m busy weekdays.”
Me attempting to flirt: So do you also like eating food?
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