Mother Paper Bag: We need to talk.
Teen Bag: *removes earbud* What?
M: Your father was plastic.
T: But –
M: It’s true. You’re a mixed bag.

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me: you know they never did catch the zodiac killer

guy next to me on the bus: why do you keep saying that


Just saw a spider. It was sleeping. I crawled into its mouth.


Me: Ahhhh. Just breathe in that salt air. Isn’t this nice?

Wife and kids: *choking in a salt mine* This vacation sucks!



Outlook- work1234
Aol- kidsnames
home alarm- anniversary
Twitter- supercalifragilist{middlename}espialido{graduationyear}cious


A really fat friend sat on her cat, long story short – now I can add search & rescue, proctologist and vet to my resume.



-my wife yelled, failing to even ACKNOWLEDGE my three trips to the bathroom this morning


*horse walks into a bar*
*horse walks into a bar*
*horse walks into a bar*
*horse walks into an optometrist*
Horse: Holy shit please help me


Act now and we will double your order of crap!



doc: [looking at clipboard] no no this isn’t good at all
me: omg why god whyy
doc: i asked for goldenrod and this form is ivory
me: wait, i’m not dying?

doc: whoa there, hold your horses