[on stage]

me: *takes a bow* thank you

Violinist: hey, I need that

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me: how did he die?

him: he was trampled by a gang of elephants

me: a parade

him: no it’ll just be a regular funeral


Me to my husband: Would you like to bring a third into our love making? [my googly eyed hand puppet slides into view]


I’m guessing whoever said “There’s no point beating a dead horse” has never been in a zombie apocalypse.


You can trust me, but not “leave me unattended around cake” trust me.


I used to think it would be fun to be a contestant on Chopped, then I birthed my own mini judges who criticize and reject everything I cook.


These pictures of your baby will be adorable. Just stick her in this giant pot with the vegetables. I’ll just add some stock for realism. She’s going to be delicious. Look, she will look delicious.


I was pissed when I dropped my iPhone in the toilet.

Not as pissed as the girl I was trying to take pics of though.


PARTY GUEST: So, how did you two meet?
HUSBAND: Oh, it’s a bit of a fairytale, right darling?
[wife is clearly a wolf in a dress]
WIFE: Yes.


look. life is bad. evryones sad. we’re all gona die. but i alredy bought this inflatable boumcy castle so r u gona take ur shoes off or wat