me: im not the jealous type
her: good i hate jealous guys
me: what guys. how many guys do u kno
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no Microsoft,it is you who is the victim of software counterfeiting here, not I
me: so this is twitter, and these are all the people who follow me
dad: and they like you?
me: haha oh goodness no
During a natural disaster be sure to keep your phone with you at all times. You never know when you might think of a joke to tweet.
*looking at my messy home*
Time to Marie Kondo the shit outta this place.
*5 mins later, crying*
I can’t throw out the box for my Optimus 7. It was a Windows phone. They don’t make those anymore. *in fetal position* It sparks joy. It sparks joy. It sparks j-j-j-j-oy!
Easily distracted by chicken salad sandwiches
I don’t like to brag, but I don’t need it to be Friday the 13th in order to murder someone.
Sometimes I’m sandpaper and sometimes I’m chapstick and sometimes I’m bad at metaphors.
I would have a shitload of money if I liked Ramen Noodles and hated vodka.
Any time a child tries to guess my age.
This new thesaurus isn’t just terrible, it’s also terrible.
I understand division over pineapple on pizza, or whether it’s pronounced gif or gif, I’ve even taken sides myself, but people fighting over the spelling of woah or whoa take a step back now before this madness destroys us all*
*It’s whoa, by the way
There is no bond greater than the mutual respect of two former high school friends who refuse to friend each other on Facebook.
I joined Twitter to have something to do while I waited for the repairman. It’s only been 3 years, he should be here any month now.
*Salesman smashes through window into living room* Evening, folks. Are you in the market for a new window?
Me: If only we lived in a just world where everyone got what they deserved.
Friend: Including you?
Me: Actually, scratch that idea.
Seems a lot like 2021 keeps asking, “What would 2020 do?”
[first day as a detective]
cop: there were no footprints at the crime scene
me: *under breath* birds
i have never needed anything in my life more than this
Me: Hello darkness my old friend
Darkness: please stop calling me that. My name is Susan
GENIE: you have one wish. choose wisely
ME: i wish i was only 14 inches tall so that when i hold a knife it looks like i’m wielding a huge ass sword
GENIE: your wish is granted. why didn’t you just wish for a sword though
ME: oh yeah damn
Daughter (5): “Daddy your tummy is big and bouncy just like our trampoline”
Me: “Well you’re short and can’t spell chrysanthemum”
a psychic on the street just said “why don’t you come in for a reading sweetie” and without a beat I said “no thanks I can’t read” and I bet her psychic intuition didn’t warn her I’d say something that stupid
Waking up an hour early gives you an extra hour to wish you were still in bed.
People: “I want 2020 to be like the roarin’ twenties!”
Earth: “Alright, infectious disease is spreading.”
People: “No, not like that.”
Earth: “The US stock market is tanking.”
People: “Wait…”
Earth: “LMAO Bars can’t be open anymore.”
Why I still can’t play Chess:
Older brother trying to teach me: “And this piece is?”
Me: “Horse.”
OB: “…the Knight.”
Me: “Ah, but see how I remember it is it moves horseizontally.”
OB: “I need you to go away now.”
Nothing fills an awkward silence like a 10 minute kazoo solo.
when i see a siren i like to pretend there are tiny people at an ultra exclusive tiny rave on top of a car.
This weather better stop actin like my teenager’s mood
We are at the stage with our 3 year old where every night features a greased pig contest where he gets naked and then tears around the house singing, “Run, Run, as fast as you can. You can’t catch me I’m the gingerbread man.”