*gets naked*
*gets baked*
*doesn’t get why they don’t rhyme*

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Hey people who say “they’re not wrong!”: there is a word for “not wrong.”


“Do you know what female deer are called?”
“Sorry – does you know what female deer are called?”


God: why don’t we text anymore?

Me: you know why

God: I can’t just give everyone a Sega whenever they ask. That’s not how it works

Me: k


Her: What veggies are the kids having with dinner?

Me: (Smacking the bottom of a ketchup bottle) Fresh Tomatoes…


“I feel like I got off on the wrong foot.” – Star of a foot fetish flick criticizing his performance


voicemail is just a digital ouija board because anyone who leaves a message is dead to me


*tops off beautiful woman’s wine glass* But what if you could, Sharon, what if you could control the cat with a Nintendo Power Glove?