Me (standing in front of mirror): bloody mary, bloody mary, bloody mary
Cop on other side: what is he doing
I rely on a little boy to tell me how I feel and boy, are my arms tired?
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My sensitive toothpaste can’t stop crying.
Him: Hurt me
Me: Your brother is hotter than you
Me: Not a big fan of the new haircut either
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I carry pizza from the kitchen to the living room on purpose so my dogs are like my paparazzi
“I hate when I can’t think of the right word,” she protesticulated.
ME *sees baby crab in stroller*: He’s so cute! I just wanna rip his lil legs off dip em in butter and eat them!
MOM CRAB *beaming*: thank u
I’ve matured a lot. For example, I used to listen to Fall Out Boy and break stuff, but now I listen to Mozart and break stuff
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