Mine in the November 4, 2024 issue of The New Yorker
To anyone who heard me yelling, know that I nicely asked my children 7x to get in their car seats, and they did everything but get in their seats.
cop: *vomits*
detective: first axe murder, huh?
I love this❤️😁👍
wake up babe a new cause of homosexuality just dropped
I asked my boss “What do u want me to do with this 6 metre roll of bubble wrap?”
He said “Just pop it in the Corner”.
4 hours it took me!
I went to collect my dracula costume, ready for Halloween. They handed me a Manchester United shirt instead.
I explained, “Sorry, you must have misheard me, I wanted to dress as a COUNT!” 🧛🏻♂️
“What do we want?”
“A compilation album!”
“What shall we call it?”
“Now!”
Grab your brass knuckles, we’re heading to the Waffle House.
Them: Are you going to be part of the problem or part of the solu-
Me: Oh problem, definitely
Them: That wasn’t…it was a rhetorica
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Me: I have some ideas on how to make the problem even funnier than it is
I think we now have enough evidence to know that abolishing billionaires is a public health issue. It’s inhumane to let anyone suffer the brain damage caused by that kind of money
Me: *walking around, middle finger raised*
Boss: that is NOT a costume..
asking my bank if i can do extra credit
Quit keeping your enemies closer. No wonder you feel like shit.