Me: *confronts childhood bully* I’ve been waiting for this day
Bully: OH YEAH?
Me: *calls my mom & whispers* I’m in a little trouble here
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{At the last supper}
Group- “can you believe jesus just turned this water into wine!”
Me- {cutting up lines of table salt} “jesus, could you do me a favor?”
Ok but how old is your child in minutes?
Flex on the Average Person by eating 9 Spiders a Year
In Maryland we can’t legally carry concealed weapons so our best defense against being murdered is the zig-zag runaway.
*logs onto Facebook*
*sees 347 ultrasound pictures*
*logs off forever*
The best actress award goes to my 5YO for her performance as a hungry and deprived child just before her bedtime
Since Julius Caesar’s assassination was a group project there were definitely some guys who did just enough stabbing to get a passing grade.
“What do we want?”
“A compilation album!”
“What shall we call it?”
“Now!”
(during sex)
Technically, a comedy starring Mitt Romney could be a RomCom as well.
cw: (hanging up the phone) never get married.
me: why?
cw: that was my husband. he called to tell me about the gold panning kit he just bought on amazon.
Girlfriend: *whispering* Have you ever thought of getting rid of that mole?
Me: He may be blind, but he’s not deaf
“As per my email…”
Ooh, someone’s absolutely livid.
Be nice to a nerd. Prevent a supervillain.
I’m reading a podiatrist handbook. All it contains is footnotes
In your 20’s: I’m going to install the best radio, loudest speakers, amplifier in my car, and rock out.
In your 50’s: Turn that music down, I can’t even hear myself think about what I want to eat.
if cat not enjoy being held… why baby sized?
ME: [on the phone] Plz come home from work
WIFE: Why
ME: Theres a spider in the bathroom
WIFE: so kill it
ME:[whispering] its got my gun
You could replace the zombies on Walking Dead with huggers and it’d be the same scary show.
[at a fall festival]
Him: you look gourdgeous
Me: *roll my eyes and grab my keys to go*
Him: please don’t leaf
There’s no time like the present. Or later. Later on is pretty similar, actually.
Oh eggs, through yonder window break. For I am the olive oil, and Juliet is the vinegar. Salt to taste. Blend to desired thickness
– Romayo and Juliet
“MAKE GOOD CHOICES!!”, I screamed from inside the cop car
Me: [going in for a hug]
Loudspeaker: SECURITY TO THE OCTOPUS TANK
My dad, leaning on the fence at the edge of the diamond: GO TO FIRST BASE. GET TO FIRST BASE
Me, enjoying a picnic with my date: dad please
wish i loved anything as much as my hoodie sleeve loves water.
I took the liberty of rearranging my husband’s office this week. The tears streaming down his face are all the thanks I need.
Trees meet other trees for sex through Timber.
You: Would you like a keto burger?
My Anaconda: No.
[afterlife]
ME: is this heaven or hell
SPIRIT: idk why don’t you bing it
ME: oh noooooo
You’re born, you grow up, you start listening to a Pink Floyd song, you get married, have kids, you die, the song hasn’t finished.