Two things I’m not looking forward to wrangling on this late-night flight: 1. Carry-on. 2. My wayward son.
Me: hey I just sent a girl I like an unsolicited picture of my d-
Roommate: OMG NO
Me: -og and it totally worked! We are going out tomorrow night!
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What if archeologists just matched the wrong bones and the t-Rex actually had super long arms
Me: Ok I’ll be back in 3 hours.
Boss: No, do it in your own time please.
Me: Ok I’ll be back in 12 Flinglongs.
Calm down shouty museum man. I think it’s pretty obvious that I know how to ride a dinosaur skeleton.
[on the way to the hospital]
GF: “let me get this straight. You thoug-”
Me: I thought that the mouse trap would detect that I am not a mouse
Me: [driving into a parking garage]
Wife: why are you ducking your head?
Me: the ceiling is super low, I don’t want the car to scrape it.
Wife: that’s fair.
CASHIER: “Did you find everything you were looking for?”
ME: “Oh, yes…” [places “How To Murder A Cashier” book on counter]
[gives date the “just one sec” sign as I answer my phone] Hello? Oh hi The Pope [I do the hand talking thing to suggest how chatty he is]
*wife comes out in a robe*
I’m hiding your present
Yes it’s wrapped
Nooo, it’s not in the fridge
[5 minutes later]
IT’S NOT IN THE FRIDGE!
Cop: Can I see some ID?
Me: No. But you can see this…
[Does that trick where you pretend to detach your thumb]
Rookie cop: I didn’t sign up to fight no wizard sarge