I always blurt out, “SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND” in my best Al Pacino Scarface accent when I stand next to a stranger at a urinal.
Me: Hey Mr. DJ, do you take requests?
M: Excellent, can you turn it down a bit.
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I miss those two years in the nineties when instead of using sarcasm we’d just say the opposite of what we were thinking followed by “NOT”
Twitter should have ” Throwing tomato” button.
Adult me must concede that a major contributor to global warming was kid me leaving the front door open and heating the whole goddam world.
*seductively feeding you chicken wings while you hit on a hot chick
“I’m sorry, I really don’t know what a wingman is supposed to do.”
[wife enters as I’m doing the worm] Wife: WTH are you doing? Me: It’s not what it looks like. Worm: Who the hell is she?!
“Sorry, I forgot to pay attention. But yeah, I have no idea where we are now. There definitely shouldn’t be cows.”
~me giving directions
[in bed, 6 AM]
Me: Good morning.
Me: Happy Easter.
Me: Guess who else is also Risen this morn-
Wife: GO AWAY
[wakes up next to perfectly crocheted sweater with knitting needles in hands]
Oh dear god not again
“Do you ever get the feeling you’re being watched?”
[from the bushes]