*walks into confessional, closes door and sits down*
Me: Alright. Look alive over there, Father, I’ve had a pretty wild week…
-dude what happened?
“I got hit by a bu-
[a bus taps on the window, does neck slice motion]
-I mean I fell down the stairs”
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[commercial for kids]
woman *opens pantry and 6 bags of chips fall out* ARGH!
narrator: Are you tired of having food in your house?
You (a simpleton): I hate the Hamburglar, he steals all the burgers
Me (went to business school): McDonald’s uses the myth of the Hamburglar to create an illusion of scarcity and increase the perceived value of its products
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The laminator is a device that sounds a lot more dangerous to baby sheep than it actually is.
All women are technically bodybuilders if they get pregnant
thinking of starting a karate dojo so I can get all my shitty jobs done by random kids
People who call themselves “grammar Nazis” deserve the worst possible sentence.