
Remember the good old days when everyone was going to hell in handbaskets instead of in flaming runaway mine carts?
Remember the good old days when everyone was going to hell in handbaskets instead of in flaming runaway mine carts?
After spicing things up in the bedroom, don’t rub your eyes for at least 30 minutes.
“Follow your dreams!” say the people who won’t pay my rent.
It’s my mom’s personal mission in life to save me 20% on all my purchases by clipping out and giving me every coupon known to mankind.
*opens drawer* huh, I don’t remember this shirt being pink. OMG…did he…did he do laundry? *slowly opens 2nd drawer*
-Law & Order sound
You: “Nice glasses.”
Me: “Thanks. They’d look better on your nightstand.”
[at 25yr class reunion]
Me: You haven’t changed at all!
Her: Hahaha, thanks
Me: *leans in* That wasn’t a compliment, Diane
I’m sorry, sir, but your cholesterol isn’t high enough to buy this Hawaiian shirt.
Me: Sometimes I wonder if people don’t like me
Therapist: That’s where I can help
Me: Great
Therapist: They don’t