Spaghetti, because you didn’t like that shirt anyways
My downstairs neighbor thinks I’m a little creepy and that I overstep my bounds. At least that’s what she wrote in her diary.
*walks down street*
*panties drop left and right*
*thinks, “shouldn’t have bought so many panties”*
*picks up panties*
*continues home*
Eat local. Your neighbor’s food.
Being a “Hopeless Romantic” sounds kinda depressing. “Pull my chair out for me?” .. “I’d love to, but I’ve given up.”
Everybody wants to be wanted, except maybe fugitives.
I knew that psychic wasn’t legit when she let me write a check.
In a parallel universe, Two bars walk into a man.
We broke up, but she said we could still be cousins. Merica.
What is this special type of waffle called a “Tennis racket” and why does it taste like metal wires?
Being Man, a territorial animal, I assert dominance by sending Facebook Pokes.
The perennially hyped name “Super Moon” insults the legacy of Superman, Super Volcanoes, Supernovae, and even Super Mario.
*driving home*
Me: I spy something gray.
4yo: Your hair!
Me:…
4yo:…
Me: I spy something adopted.
I farted alone in a room and then my girlfriend’s dad came in. Now I have to pretend like something is dead in the walls and help him look.
Never tell someone that it would work out if “only they lived closer”. Crazy can change zip codes faster than you can change your identity.