Pick up your feet please.
Kid on sofa: No!
Ok *sucks kid into vacuum feet first*
*turns to next kid* Pick up your feet please.
Person at the grocery store: “How many months along are you?”
Me, not pregnant: “Five. Can I have your Charmin?”
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[sifting through mail]
baby shower invitation? Haha, um no thanks, Linda. I have a regular size shower that I can use whenever I want
doc: [looking at clipboard] no no this isn’t good at all
me: omg why god whyy
doc: i asked for goldenrod and this form is ivory
me: wait, i’m not dying?
doc: whoa there, hold your horses
I was offering free mammograms in the company parking lot long before my employer was doing it.
We were at the mall and I saw a guy with an eye patch, my wife grabbed my arm and dragged me away before I could ask him if he had a wooden leg.
When someone favorites instead of retweeting me I comfort myself by thinking “they’re just keeping me to themselves”
Do angry tweeters know about prune juice?
You think we should see other people? I’m bipolar. I am other people.
It’s a bird.
It’s a plane.
“Steve, you’re fired. Air traffic control just isn’t for you.”