Removing the pots and pans quietly in the morning is the adult version of Operation.
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Sorry for the way I acted at your dad‘s funeral. I just thought it was a little rude that he was wearing the same outfit as me.
[sets up grandfather’s first computer]
ME: Okay, Grandpa… Just call me if you have any questions or problems.
[phone rings one hour later]
ME: Hello?
GRANDPA: WebMD says I’m pregnant.
I love how every airline is like “not to brag, but we actually clean the planes now.”
You’re never gonna believe this but Ben Carson’s full name is Benghazi Carsonofsatan
WIFE: *on our wedding night* Today was just perfect, wasn’t it?
ME: [remembering how I wanted a falcon to burst out of the cake but was told no] Not really Sharon, tbh.
Bought a pair of Converse shoes months ago and they haven’t said a single word to one another.
I didn’t think it was possible to travel 10 years back in time until I got into an argument with my wife.
Hubs and I have fought so much lately I’ve lost 10 lbs. I thought about leaving him, but I’d like to lose another 10 lbs first.
My high school guidance counselor asked what kind of job I wanted and I said “probably something laid back where you can just sit in an office and play solitaire.” She said “those jobs don’t exist.” I was like “oh—well how did you become a high school guidance counselor?”
In public
4: (loudly) Mummy, I stroked your back hair!
Me: Yes, you stroked THE BACK OF MY HAIR
[Shopping with teen son]
*sees hot girl*
*waits until she gets close*
*grabs box of adult diapers*“How are you doing on Depends bud?”
{God inventing turtles}
What if a lizard had social anxiety?
It turns out that when you’re asked which kid is your favorite, you’re expected to pick from your own. I know that now.
*sees burglar
*throws flashlight at him
*misses
*throws another
*misses
*throws another
*misses
*throws another
Burglar: WTF
Me: COSTCO
son: hey dad
me: [picks up phone, dials 9] yes
son: now don’t get mad
me: [dials 1] ok
son: do we have a fire extinguisher
me: [dials 1]
You: I’m so hard on myself.
People on the internet: Hold my beer.
Putting honey on a bee sting is so strange.
You hurt me?!!
I’LL SMEAR MY WOUND WITH THE EXCREMENT OF YOUR ANCESTORS!!
One of the most effective forms of birth control is assembling furniture together as a couple.
I’m trying to explain myself less often because:
*two hour explanation of why I won’t be explaining myself anymore*
And that’s why I’m gonna be explaining myself less often.
If you kill the question, what do you bury?
The question remains.
Episcopalian sounds like a drunk person trying to call a cat
My sister and I were in an elevator and a lady got huffy and told us to speak English, so we obliged her and continued our conversation about her in English.
In Scotland we don’t like our revenge as a dish served cold, we like it deep fried.
As we debated who would win between Vader and Gandalf, we suddenly realized our dates had left
I moved to this city ten years ago with just the clothes on my back. I soon learned that I’d also need some clothes for my front. City people aren’t as open minded as you’d think.
My therapist said that “everyone is stupid except for me” is not a helpful mindset. Sounds like something a stupid person would say, if you ask me
“These fries are too crispy” – inventor of the microwave
I accidentally threw garbage in the mall Public Library return bin with a large “Not Garbage” sign and before I had time to feel bad, my boyfriend yelled
AHA SUCK IT, NERDS!
and that’s how he gets the bestest sex.
Storming out is far less effective when your innate politeness forced you to hold the door open for the person behind you.