Husband: No stubble? Did you finally shave your legs?
Me: No. I grew it out so you’d stop complaining about the stubble.
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When they did special effects on Murder on the Orient Express, that was Poirotechnics
“Seamstress, you come pleat me.”
-Pants
reporter: an asteroid is predicted to hit earth this week
me: *vacuums a little faster*
He goes out for a run, and doesn’t even stop to sniff any crotches.
Humans are weird.~Dogs.
Break bad news to teens by talking on THEIR level.
ME [spinning on chair in daughter’s room]: Yo, turns out grandma’s heart is weak af.
Even Benjamin Button would feel old by the time 2020 finally ends.
Me: Why does the neighbor always watch me while I’m gardening?
Her: He’s a paramedic.
[shopping for make-up]
“Excuse me, what will make my eyes pop?”
“I know exactly what you need.”
[boots you into the vacuum of deep space]
Parenting is great if you want to relive every moment from your childhood when your parents got mad at you – from your parents’ perspective.
My wife steals my fries as if she identifies as a seagull.
I just caught myself saying “oh this is a nice spatula” while shopping at Target & now I want to hit myself in the face with it.
[after my murder]
COP: Can u think why anyone would want to kill him?
WIFE: Christ yes *starts Power Point presentation* Make yourself comfy
me: I brought a note from my doctor
dungeon master: that’s not… look, your character has to battle
BELLE: *Trying to be polite* So, why do they call you Beast?
BEAST: *Legitimately surprised and hurt* People call me Beast?
Dear people who write “That’s it. That’s the tweet” at the end, we know it’s a tweet. It’s Twitter. Can’t be a tax return.
Someone pointed out that there are 4 faces carved in the side of this mountain and now I can’t unsee it
man: wait
time: no
the guy inventing artificial banana flavor: whatever close enough
[me telling my story how I survived a plane crash and lived on a deserted island for a year] it was crazy
[friend who once got a text from me where I accidentally called the grinch the grink] was the grink there?
We need to make art so weird that when the tech companies try using it to train AI, the AI goes “listen I don’t know what this is and I’m scared”.
“Good day, sir. I’d heard you’d recently come into possession of some bread. I see that I was not misinformed. As it so happens, I too enjoy baked goods. Might you be persuaded to part with a small percentage? I would of course offer fair compensation at the current market rate.”
It’s like ten thousand views when all you need is a like.
I like Tweets that are so good that when I send them to FB my old friends won’t talk to me on the phone for a week.
NASA faked the cow jumping over the moon.
I just made homemade bread if anyone needs an extra brick for something.
How do I explain to this bank teller than I’m just robbing her and not the bank?
interviewer: if i said the meat here isnt real how would you sell it
me: our chicken really is somethin else
interviewer: welcome to subway
Wife: He’s your son!
Me: So you say! But I don’t…
*Kid dances across the room to the Benny Hill theme song*
Me: …ok fine he’s my son.
[Morgan Freeman narrating my life]
*extended period of silence*
“What the hell am I supposed to do with this…”
A Twitter love story, in 3 parts: