When a killer makes you dig your own grave, throw the soil far away so he has trouble backfilling.
My spirit animal is fried chicken
Please don’t ruin Breaking Bad for me… I’m only at the part where A texts Aria, Spencer, Hanna and Emily
“So you’re a foodie? What’s a foodie?”
“We enjoy eating out and trying new food.”
“So you’re like everyone else, except you brag about it?”
Apparently I pack an apple in my 5 year old’s lunch so it can get out of the house for a few hours.
Why did the Fresh Prince have to take a cab anyways? How shitty was that family that no one would pick him up from the airport?
Forget waterboarding, just put a cold hand on my belly and I’ll tell you anything you want to know.
Facebook: I’m happy!
Instagram: I’m pretty!
Vine: I’m artsy!
Pinterest: I’m crafty!
Twitter: I’m lying everywhere but here.
I’m very sorry for your loss, but do you know if this funeral home has wi-fi?
I may not have any friends but at least I know my cat will never ask me to help him move
Why are sloths one of the 7 deadly sins? Those little guys don’t hurt anybody. They just chill all day.
There’s a fine line between flirty and creepy. And that line is called being good looking.
I know this is only our second date, Susan, and maybe I’m moving too fast, but I’d like permission to rename your cat.
I’ll give up my thesaurus when you pry it from my frigid, frosty, frozen, cadaverous, lifeless, stiff, defunct extremities.
*wear sunscreen*
*go up to a guy named Ray and punch him in the nose*
*now laugh because sunscreen protects you from ultra violent Rays*