When I see a flash mob in public I immediately join in to make it seem like they didn’t practice enough.
Thanks to Target’s full length 3 way mirrors, I’m now painfully aware I look like a melting candle from the back.
Me: Is there alcohol in this?
Barista: … No ma’am.
Me: Can there be?
Priests should not have to live in a state of forced celibacy, but be free to marry and let celibacy slowly descend upon them the usual way.
Monday: forearms
Wednesday: forearms
Friday: forearms
Sunday: forearms
–Popeye’s gym schedule
So, is Dora 18 yet, or what? Asking for a friend.
Why does James Bond keep telling people his real name? Worst. Spy. Ever.
I need to delete some of my fake dating profiles. It’s gotten so confusing I just met myself at Starbucks.
My doctor asked me how many drinks I have each week. Who keeps track of that? I said I was an alcoholic, not a mathematician.
If a cop tazed me and then yelled “Raiden Wins!”… I would instantly lose all animosity towards him.
Is one of the steps in the P90X workout to tell everyone on Facebook that you’re doing it?
According to this bathroom stall, my ex changed her number again.
I always wonder what the nurses reaction was like after I leave a half eaten sandwich in a coma patients hand.
Curious that it’s always a female computer voice that calmly announces self-destruct sequences and other violent disasters.
One day I’m probably going to be too lazy to breathe and just die.