My axe boyfriend was a lumberjack.
I’m sorry.
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My dishes are lined up like my sink is the hottest night club the world has ever seen.
Big shout-out to the guy in Costco buying a lifetime supply of what he thinks are the right size diapers.
I’ve decided to stop using ladders. Put it down to “climb it change.”
Sign: “No alcohol past this point.”
Translation: Bet you can’t chug this entire beer, right now.
Sorry I missed your call earlier, I was sitting in my bed with my phone in my hand watching it ring
I hate it when I forget to bring my phone in the car and have to read a shampoo bottle while I drive.
cop: you have one phone call
me: [dials 911] get me outta here
Whoever named snakes did a great job. Those things are definitely snakes.
*uses Sharpie to write, “do not drop” on your newborn’s forehead before handing it back.
Santa hasn’t brought any presents since I moved out of my parents’ house. What a dick.
Ernest Hemingway buys a pair of shoes mail order, but accidentally orders in a baby’s size. He tries to sell them, but no one understands
love printers. as all of technology evolves, they take a bold stand and say “no, not only am i not going to improve, i’m not going to even print” and that’s the type of product integrity i can get behind
Goldilocks taught me that you can get away with breaking into a brown family’s home and stealing their food, as long as you’re a white girl.
“Unprecedented times” at this point would be if something nice happened like we all got a coupon for a free sandwich
Next time a job interviewer asks where you see yourself in 5 years, say “Why TELL you when I can SHOW you?” then just sit there for 5 years.
My kid, 6: What’s the biggest structure a civil engineer has made?
Also my kid: Which way does the L go?
Apparently your bosses don’t like it when you refer to them as “you geniuses.”
tired of age gap discourse. now let’s do vibes gap discourse, where one person in a couple lights up a room and the other is basically a sim
my mom used to feed me soap as a reward for saying bad words
Me: No one told me raising a baby would be sooo hard 😰
My baby:
[first date]
HER: I like classic cars
ME: ugh do not get me started on the sequels
My thoughts are as pure as snow… after the trucks have driven hard and plowed through it.
8-year-old: Are you going to Meet the Teacher Night?
Me: Do you want me to meet your teacher?
8: No.
Now I’m definitely going.
If a mass murderer on death row ordered a Klondike Bar for his last meal I bet it would explain a lot.
I vastly underestimated how many times my toddler would want to listen to Baby Shark on a cross-country road trip.
5: *comes in room* hey old lady
Me: *looks around*
5: *looks me in the eye* hey old lady
Me: *packages him up in Amazon box and puts outside for collection*
I will always be there for you, like a long term side effect.
You know you’re on drugs when you’re talking to your kids about drugs and you don’t have any kids.