My 2-year-old asking for her stuffed lamb while having a snack…
Daughter: “Where’s Lamby?”
Me: “In the crib.”
Daughter: “Go get him.”
Me: “Can you say please?”
Daughter: “I can’t say please with food in my mouth.”
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*at a party*
peter: jesus keeps double dipping his chips. should we say something?
paul: we all saw him walk on water the other day. he brought a guy back from the dead last week. he seems to be in command of some pretty scary powers but, sure, go tell him to stop double dipping.
im the guy responsible for throwing the chicken in the air for fried chicken commercials. i will never reveal my secret method’s
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Ma’am, I’m afraid your husband didn’t make it.
“Nooo!” she cries.
Oh, he’s fine. But he didn’t make this lovely urn.
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I got hooked on Italian food in high school after my dealer sold me a bag of oregano.
Okay Canada. You’ve made your point.
Will you take winter back now?
Please?
*cracks neck*
*grabs bat*
*finishes juice box*
Ok. I’m in.
ME: I wish my enemies’ hair had nerve endings
GENIE: dude
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When there’s a house fire, no one reports on it from inside the house.
[wife gets home & sees shit on the rug]
What’s this?“It was Rover he w..”
*dog makes throat slice gesture*“It was me. I shit on the rug”
Smooooooth
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“pizza”
“sushi”
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[i stare at jeff for his reaction]
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Now to figure out how to get out, without messing it up.
waiter : here’s your bread for the table
table : nom nom nom delicious
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*slowly walking*
*sees kid out of corner of my eye*
Me: *walks faster*
Kid: *walks faster*
Me: *running at the swings, screaming*
MIIIIIINE!
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Dog: You’re back!
Me: Yes
Dog: I missed you so much!
Me: Aww, that’s sweet
Dog: Seriously, I almost died of loneliness
Me: Okay, but I was in the bathroom for like a minute
Dog: DON’T. EVER. LEAVE. ME. AGAIN!