NURSE: do you have any allergies
ME: burnt bread
NURSE: you’re allergic to burnt bread?
ME: yes I’m black toast intolerant
me: my girlfriend’s a model
him: oh yeah what kind?
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My son’s impression of me is just him staring at his palm.
I love in films like 300 where the main guy will say something like “get some sleep, for tomorrow we battle to death”, and everyone just goes into deep sleep, in some wet grass, fully clothed. I can’t get to sleep in a warm bed if I have a 10am conference call about content.
Walk into the club like whatup OWW
Walk into the mace like what DAMN
Walk into the sword like wha *dies*
*flunks gladiator school*
Just once I’d like someone to call me “ma’am” without having to add “you need to calm down or we’re going to have to ask you to leave”
I did some self care this morning. Got up early, took vitamins, did situps, ordered a new liver from Amazon
alcohol is never the answer, unless the question is, “why were you barely conscious on the kitchen floor eating dog food?”
Elon literally had the chance to name his kid Melon Musk and he blew it.
cushion on the right slightly discoloured