Working at any office is like “Ok we’re transitioning to Salarya, but payroll is still in Bullfrog—did you see my Noosecock post? Submit your timecard on Fireplayce then jizz me on Smackdog . Do NOT upload to Crackerz without Yammer approval
A new survey shows that most Canadians want homes and pets rather than marriage and kids. Especially people who are already married with kids.
Defeating imposter syndrome by actually being incompetent
“Your copier’s not working right. My copies all came out blank.”
“Looks like you ran them through wrong-side-up.”
“So, what, I need to flip them over?”
“Or we could turn the copier upside-down but that seems like a lot of work.”
I talk a lot of shit for someone who is startled by my own toast popping up while I’m watching it, every. single. time.
Me: [Donating my body to science.]
Science: [Donating my body to Goodwill.]
Becoming a dad turned me into an environmentalist. All I do now is turn off lights and yell at people who waste energy.
Croutons feel like an apology. “Sorry we gave you salad. Have some consolation toast.”
him: you any good at throwing axes
me: just call me lizzie borden
Someone in the line at the gas station just now told me I had pretty hair, so I said thank you while laughing nervously and flipping it, hitting them right in the face. Let. Me. Die.
Always the bridesmaid, never the father of the bride.
Why are Facebook divorce announcements always like “it is with great sadness we have decided to end our journey together to take our own paths” and not “I can’t stand Cody anymore” or “We can no longer tolerate being in the same room any longer”?
We are a nation of people who queue, and who know and respect the rules of queuing. This of course goes out the window when we hear “we are opening till number 4”
Refusing to attend my brother’s gambling intervention until they agree to call it a slot shaming
I put a worm in water and it lived. I put a worm in bourbon and it died. So… if I drink bourbon I won’t get worms.