Nothing makes me turn on country music and sit up straight faster than a cop driving behind me.
“Tell me about yourself.”
I’m a bit of a grammar freak.
“Can you explain?”
I don’t know, CAN I?
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My conscience is clean.
Alcohol is technically a solvent.
Oh, you hate leftovers? Maybe you should’ve thought of that last night when I cooked a big meal and you were “not that hungry.”
me being petty:
*gets late 3 hour late reply*
*waits for 50 seconds to reply back*
I told my husband that instead of leaving his dirty dishes on the counter, he should leave them in 1952 so a nice housewife cleans them up.
cop: i have to give you a ticket
me: [undoes button] how bout now?
me: [undoes another] how bout now?
cop: sir pls get off my shirt
I exercise by running up the street knocking on all the doors.
I like having multiple children because that way if one doesn’t happen to be screaming there’s always another around to pick up the slack.
therapist: next time someone ghosts you what are you going to do?
me: [singing] who you gonna call? ghostbusters
therapist: get out
*trying to awkwardly start a conversation with my barber* I ALSO like scissors.