Boss: *reading* ‘Please excuse my son from’ Ridiculous! You’re working!
*thinking* I practiced my Mom’s signature for nothing
i don’t feel like cooking, but i’m too exhausted to say thank you 53 times at a restaurant.
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Bae Cop: My parents aren’t home. Come over.
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what sorcery is this, the iron wasnt workin, so I took it apart put it together again got left with extra parts and screws but its working??
Wasps: bees, but not helping
Look… don’t end your presentation with “Are there any questions?” & then get all pissy when I ask if you can ride a unicycle.
date: i had fun tonight
me: me too
me: *mashes mouth against one cheek & slowly drags it across their whole face*
me: that’s how slugs kiss
I thought I’d lost my sense of taste for a few awful, spiraling minutes but it turns out I just accidentally put unsalted butter on my toast. My heart rate should return to normal maybe next year.
Buying a girl drinks at the bar is played out. You gotta send a pizza & a basket of wings to her table