ME: [bursts in] THERE’S A GUNMAN AT LARGE
ME: [sigh] THERE’S A GUNMAN AT VENTI
B: *grande screaming noises*
*me, struggling to please the members of our tea club*
“Please, everyone! Why can’t we all just get oolong?!
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*First and last date:
“Wanna see my rain predictin’ knee?”
When I was 6 my uncle caught a moth in his mouth, walked outside, opened up and the moth flew away into the night. I think about this a lot
*extremely loudly* WELCOME TO MY TED TALK ON USING SUBLIMINAL MESSAGING FOR ADVERTISING.
New theory: It’s Raining Men and Let The Bodies Hit The Floor are both accounts of the same event but from wildly different perspectives.
*notices girl singing song that’s on in coffee shop*
Me: You’re a Cher fan too!?
Her: Hold on
*takes off bluetooth*
Absolutely is my favourite nothing to do…
There is nothing like the sound of a child’s laughter to remind you that your apartment is haunted.
My children will either grow up with a sarcastic, dark sense of humor or they’ll wind up a serial killer team. Either way, I’m excited that I won’t have to drive them to birthday parties.