Hey, the 1700’s called, they said please invent telephones.
To apply for a job at Hooters do they hand you a bra and say, “Here, just fill this out.” ?
Gave this artichoke the heimlich maneuver and now he’s artiokay.
The irony of my developing severely crippling stomach cramps minutes after reading a cheesy old love story isn’t lost on me.
*faints*
“Asphyxiate’ would be worth like a million points…” I thought to myself as I lay choking on a Scrabble tile.
I don’t need anyone with a so-called degree “to” tell me I use quotes wrong.
Out of curiosity I decided to look at Pinterest, and I’ve decided it’s basically cyber-hoarding…
Social experiments where skinny people wear fat suits teach us to be nicer to fat people because it might be a skinny person in a fat suit.
Maybe don’t show me a picture if you don’t want me to rate your baby.
I like how commercials for gum seem to be predicting a cold, dystopian future where our survival depends on the freshness of our breath.
A baby is 75% water. So if I walked on babies I’d be 75% Jesus. #SolidLogic
Secret agents asking citizens to please speak more clearly in all phone calls. Also, cut the chitchat and get to the good stuff, they ask.
“Hang out with different people everyday so the only person who knows you’ve been wearing the same outfit all week is you” – my fashion blog
“Huh?” – Wonder Woman
Bank ads make me want to hide my money under my mattress.
They also make me want to acquire some money for hiding, but that’s a side issue.