The creepy Dyson guy is trying to sell me a bagless dream catcher.
Director: so, you’ll be playing this regular guy…
Johnny Depp: no thanks.
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Our cat doesn’t like fireworks so we just let her hold sparklers.
“Yeah can I have a triple bacon cheeseburger…”
*sees Grim Reaper in passenger seat*
*sigh* “and can you put lettuce and tomato on that?”
[while hiking I slip off the edge of a cliff but bend into a boomerang shape and fly precisely back up to my original spot and continue hiking]
3yo: can we watch something?
Me: sure what do you want?
3yo: anything but the maps.
“hey dad, when did they outlaw hyperboles?”
“hmm i dont know son, like a bajillion million years ago? idiot”
*cops bust down door*
Using Latin phrases to sound smart is my modus operandi.
What I lack in imagination I make up for in….stuff.
Me: *sets alarm for 7am*
Brain: Sounds important! I’m going to go ahead and wake you up three hours early
[1st moon landing]
Mission Ctrl: Be sure to say something important & profound
*steps onto moon*
Neil: *clears throat* I’m a vegan