Whenever I’m feeling low, I grab a pen.. and I write something joyful and happy to lift my spirits.
Today I’m writing my bosses obituary.
My ex wife claims I have “commitment issues” like I didn’t just wait in line for 30 minutes to get a hot dog at Costco.
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My cashier at the grocery store bagged the tomatoes with the ketchup and I swear I could hear them screaming.
girlfriend: okay fine, but promise it won’t be like last time
me: *Already kicking kids out of the bouncy castle* THIS. IS. SPARTA!
I put a message in a bottle and threw it in the Ocean. The note said “I have Tuberculosis and I coughed in this bottle”
Ever wonder how the guy who discovered milk had to explain what he was doing to the cow?
Me: Liar, liar, pants on fire! Nose as long as a telephone wire!
Daughter: A telephone WHAT?
Daughter: That doesn’t make sense.
[being chased by killer]
ME: *frantically pressing crosswalk button*
I thought Game of Thrones was a show about bathrooms
I forgot the word “rake” so I called it a yard comb.
“should i go into the arts?”
“can you imagine yourself doing anything else?”
“then i wouldn’t go into the arts, with no imagination”