I don’t have many enemies because I’m funny and sweet and they all died in mysterious fires.
The Lord alone–not science–will determine how many chickens can fit inside my motorcycle sidecar.
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Sagittarius: A bad situation gets worse this week when your family refuses to pay the ransom.
Me: who called it a prison cell air duct instead of a convent
Nun: that’s not funny
Escaped Prisoner (hiding in the air duct): it kinda is
My kid sneezes and if you aren’t quick enough with “bless you” he says, “don’t worry I’m okay” in the most condescending tone ever uttered by a 2 year old
Her: If he doesn’t stop talking in corporate cliches I’m leaving him
Me (in tears): Please don’t downsize our unit!
Her: I’m a chiropractor
Me: *under breath* whoa I thought they were extinct
The road to hell is paved.
“moon all gone! moon all gone!” is my toddler’s terrifying new way of saying good morning
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