“I’ve never smelled marijuana so I don’t know if that’s what you think you smell in my room” and other lies I tell my mother.
It’s not so bad once you convince your kids that Santana is Christmas music.
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before 2018 ends, I’d like to apologize to the guy who parked too close to me at the Family Dollar. Sorry for leaving that note on your car, I did not mean those things I wrote about your mother
Establish your dominance with the drive-thru attendant by saying, “That completes my order” before they ask.
Look. First, you give me a job. Then I get paid. THEN I’ll be able to buy pants. I can’t just skip ahead to the last step.
There is a conspiracy theory that Bill Gates created the Coronavirus. I’ve used the Windows system and believe me, that virus would have frozen and crashed long ago.
[helping my kid with contractions]
Her: Would have
M: Nice. I’ll
H: I will
M: Good. Won’t
H: Won not
[Paranormal Investigator shows up at Disney World]
Ok, show me this so-called “haunted mansion”
I’m not saying that I haven’t incorporated math into my adult life. I’m just saying I could’ve dropped out after elementary school.
Me: I’m so fat…
Him: *rolls eyes*
Me: *rolls fat*