I don’t believe in killing perfectly healthy Christmas trees for decorative purposes. When I kill a tree, it’s strictly for pleasure.
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If you want your kid to repeat doing something then just say “don’t do that!”
Toddlers are like wordle, you only get so many tries to figure out what word they’re trying to say
NO SCREENS FOR THE WHOLE WEEKEND just fell out of my mouth and if divorce were a facial expression my husband just asked me for one
zombie kid: why am i being punished
zombie dad: because i found your hand in the cookie jar
[son on his wedding day] dad what’s the best part of marriage?
[thinking about how there’s always bananas in the house] her smile
I once followed a puppy home on the off chance that I’d forgotten where I actually live and that he was, somehow, my dog.
But, yeah, let me raise two kids.
Hey women, save your money, we just want you wrapped in a bow for Christmas. Wait, don’t even worry about buying the bow.
just saw a guy and girl kissing at her car outside the bar and as he walked back to his car she goes “you promise you’ll break up with her today? you better” summer is so back
The Dalai Lama prefers quiet restaurants in order to find dinner peace.
please someone make a recipe page that’s literally just ingredients and instructions. if i have to scroll through one more essay about someone’s culinary awakening i am going to lose my mind
A coworker just asked if I had any “mouth water” and I am thoroughly confused by this
HER: you got some in my hair
ME: sorry
HER: and in my eye
ME: my bad
HER: are you sure you’ve painted before
Excuse me waiter, but there’s an F-35 in my soup
Naked and Afraid but it’s just me, on the couch, wondering if it’s safe to bite into my Hot Pocket
Angel: They’re gonna shave you & make stuff outta your hair
Sheep: OK
Angel: They’re gonna ride on your back & use you to pull things
Horse: Got it
Angel: And you–
Cow: You got anything a little kinky?
Angel: Oh we got you covered
Blimey, it must be getting cold, just seen the postman in trousers.
I’m fairly certain my dogs would run away and hide if I’m ever attacked by a leaf.
Hansel and Gretel is my favorite story about eating children.
the avengers: “the city is saved”
the city:
Me: if it’s a boy let’s call him Barry
Her: ok
Waiter: good evening
Me: good evening Barry
That song stuck in my head is “Don’t Speak,” I’ve no doubt in my mind.
How can vampires enjoy drinking our hot blood in the summer and other thoughts that keep me up at night
He has no idea 🤡
That’s fair
Me: sorry I can’t go to the farmer’s market with you. Allergies.
Friend: pollen?
Me: hipsters.
I do so love when I’m not on twit for a few hours and when I come back there’s something that everyone’s alluding to and I get to slowly piece together what happened like I’m reading the log on an abandoned ship
[calendar naming committee]
BOSS: how should we spell the second month
GUY WHO SPELLED WEDNESDAY: i have an idea
I love when people tell me they’ll “see me in hell” as if I’m not gonna weasel my way out of those plans too.
During the bank robbery, I was the one who heroically soiled himself & cried in order to incapacitate the robbers with laughter