The great thing about playing the accordion is no one knows if you’re good at it or not.
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I’d like to pay my .30 library fine with two credit cards please.
No one:
Absolutely no one:
My 5yo: I wanna know how people break out of jail.
I threw up in a porta potty at a Winger concert back in 88′ …. We did not have the internet back then so I’m telling you now.
i would not return the monkeys, I would simply inexplicably have 43 new ugly little children
I wish someone would leave a horse’s head in my bed so that when my kids sneak up on me in the morning, I can be like, BAM, horse’s head.
Blocking someone isn’t enough; I want them to step in water with their socks on.
Coworker left himself signed in to LinkedIn and now his skills include “mouth breathing”.
I used to be so graceful, now I am like a puppy with a box stuck on her head
Aight bet
Went to dinner with a recovering alcoholic vegan who just quit smoking. Everything entering or leaving my mouth was offensive #WorstDateEver
My kitchen drawer was stuck but my husband got it open. I guess all it needed was a big jerk.
I made an appointment for laser hair removal then remembered that I don’t have any laser hair.
[2 Years into Cosmetology School]
Me:[applying perfect contours] When are we gonna start learning about space?
vegetarian: i’m a vegetarian
every mother-in-law: so do you eat fish
My co-workers found out when my birthday is so now I need to find a new job
When this is over, I’m just going to start hugging nurses and doctors until they get a restraining order.
I’m over at my parents’ place eating dinner and my stepmom comes in and tells my dad, “Your furry daughter is eating” and for a second I thought I was being called out and accused before I realized she was talking about the squirrels my dad likes to observe outside
My wife: did you get high and watch samurai movies again
Me, crying: yes
My wife: did he die because he was burdened by the very code he lives for again
Me, my voice breaking into a sob: yes
Roses are red, I stole them from the neighbor’s garden.
~poetry
Getting murdered would be scary, but not as scary as if the forensic guy with the white chalk would trace my body fatter than I really was
[end of a date]
her: we should have dinner again
me: thanks but I’m full
My favorite yoga pose is the one where you eat a sandwich.
6 yr old: Can we have cupcakes for breakfast?
Me: Absolutely not.
(I can’t tell him it’s because I ate them all around 3am.)
The year is 2087. We finally have flying cars. Grey’s Anatomy has been on for 82 years.
[first day as detective]
Me: it looks like he was shot in the head
Partner: any sign of forced entry?
Me, pointing at bullet wound: well yeah
I would follow a stranger into a dark alley if they promised me potato wedges
Me as a news anchor:
an explosion at a nearby t-shirt warehouse resulted in thousands of *turns head to other camera* casual tee casualties
Realtor: This house will need a lot of work, but it has good bones
Dog: WE’LL TAKE IT
Directions: avoid contact with eyes
“It’s Ok, Shampoo, I feel shy sometimes too.”
Writers who become addicted to pseudonyms have to join Anonymous Anonymous.