I scream. You scream. The police come. It’s awkward.
“How’d ya get that bruise on your cheek?”
*remembers dropping her phone on her face in bed*
Me: Street Fight
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In my opinion – until they add extra fries, a martini & a joint – they have no business calling it a Happy Meal
I just saved thousands on child support by never getting laid.
When someone says, “I haven’t seen you in forever,” a fun response is, “I know, we’re really not that good of friends”
*guy looks around to see if anyone is looking*
*sees the coast is clear, licks tree*
And that’s how they found out about maple syrup
*rocking back and forth, trying to gather enough momentum to get out of a chair* WHO ARE YOU CALLING FAT?
Trump is the closest thing I have to a baby. I check to see if he’s up first thing in the morning then I spend the rest of the day telling people at work what he said.
The person with duct tape holding most of their car together always has the right-of-way.