Neil Patrick Harris couldn’t host a tapeworm without a musical number. #Emmys
Friend is going bungee jumping so I told him he was born because of a broken rubber and he could die the same way. He didn’t laugh…
And this song would come on and all the white people would start having a group seizure.
Me explaining the Harlem shake to my grand kids.
My cell phone fell in the pool…now I know what it feels like to have someone you love drown.
Boss: “Are you texting?”
Me: “No, I’m Tweeting.”
Boss: “What’s the difference?”
Me: “Texting would imply that I have friends.”
*goes to watch youtube vid*
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well okay *lifts weights*
*checks again*
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*does steroids*
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“WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME”
Alright. It’s Sunday. Another Breaking Bad. Or if you don’t watch the show, an hour of confusing tweets.
Women,
If you could just go ahead, get a plane & spell it out in the sky for us, that’d be greeeat.
Sincerely,
Men
*calls into work*
“yo boss i’m real sick”
“you don’t sound sick…”
“ya, just got a new tribal tat & heelys”
“wow u do sound hella sick”
Dear neighbors, I am not killing my child. I’m washing her hair. Only she sees it the other way.
Had a big lunch at Taco Bell. Off to the woods to prove a point.
I’m sorry, I don’t have the energy to walk a mile in your shoes. I’m just going to go ahead & judge you.
“Remember that man you met for 5 seconds when you were 2 months old? Let me catch you up on his medical history”
-my relatives
“LOLZ”? Really? Did you laugh so loud you fell asleep?
If we’re talking & I start running my nails up & down your arm, I either really like you, or I’m looking for an artery close to the surface.