ME: I found my old playstation2 in the garage. we can just wire it up to the PS3 and boom, PS5
12YO: that’s not how it works
ME: okay, smart guy. which one of us had a D in math?
12YO: both?
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*first day as a magician*
Me: For my next trick im going to make this parrot disappear, abracadabra!
Child: the parrots under your shirt. I can see it.
Me: no it isn’t
My shirt: no it isn’t
surprise your partner in the bedroom by loudly turning into a helicopter
Geez, I’m so sorry…I’m not normally ticklish.
(me to the nail lady I just kicked in the face during my pedicure)
Barber: How do you want it?
Me [gets the same haircut every time]: UUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
My toddler is pretty particular about the brand of chicken nuggets I offer her for somebody who just ate a crayon.
[robbing Whole Foods]
“All the cash in a bag NOW!”
100% organic reusable bag ok?
“Yes!”
[puts half the cash] I had to charge for the bag
SON: I’m moving out as soon as I turn 18 and you can’t stop me.
ME: [pumping fist] If you insist.
Me: sorry, I can’t take strangers from candy
Giant gummy bear handing me a person: oh no
Could’ve posed any goddamn way he wanted. Chose this.
Wife: did you know there’s an “I hate Jeff” group that meets in the park?
Me: yes I started it I am the president
every day I think about the girl who thought everyone could “hear the universe’s energy” and it turned out she just had tinnitus, I hope she’s doing well
I think I can speak for everyone when I say that I am a ventriloquist.
Me when the waiter asks if there’s room for dessert
[First date stroll in the park]
Me: So you work at the planetarium?
Date: Yeah.
Me: Thats so cool *points to the sky* What’s that constellation called?
Date: The sun.
Hotdogs contain nitrates that literally shave time off your life. Do you need any more proof that they are the ideal food
My psychiatrist and I had a major breakthrough.
Now he can hear the voices too.
Me: I don’t trust our mailman.
Wife: Why?
Mailman: [from closet] Yeah, why?
*buys dog mask*
*shits on neighbors’ lawn*
*notices keys/wallet/pills in a weird place*
Other people: I should put that back where it belongs
Me: I’ll definitely remember that it’s there next time I look for it
The Flintstones will forever live on in our hearts and vitamins
[person having normal conversation with me]
Brain: that reminds me of a song, you should sing as a response
I could probably be lured into a white van with no windows with guacamole.
…or queso.
…or salsa.
…or dill pickles.
…or Jeff Goldblum.
…or, hell, any kind of cheese at all.
I ain’t picky.
My husband asked if I wanted to go on a hot air balloon ride but there’s just something about a flame & a wicker basket that makes me want to say no.
*performs sax solo*
Whoops, typo.
*performs sex, solo*
[speed date]
Hi i’m Rob, I like sports, classic rock and have an irrational fear of bees. What’s your name?
Abby
OH SHIT WHERE
The 90s were wild. Scientists actually “cloned a sheep” as if we could tell sheep apart in the first place.
If the police don’t escort you out of Applebees then is it really a good date?
Witches these days have it so easy. Do you know how hard it used to be to find so many newts? Now you get them with free 2 day shipping.
Nobody has ever partied as hard as skeletons in a cemetery in a 1930s cartoon. Using their heads as bongos. Doing cartwheels.. Letting one skelly use a broom to sweep them up into a big bone pile. The Euphoria kids could never