[the noise of everyone talking at a party randomly goes silent]
ME: i call hot dogs meat pickles
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My friend invited us to a party at her country club and for some reason I assumed was a pool party so my whole family showed up in bathing suits and guess what it was NOT a pool party but it was a fancy country club party where everyone was dressed up
Nothing says entitlement like a goose family crossing the road
(walks into coworker’s office who has an Echo)
Alexa, what is Pi to a thousand digits?
(walks out)
Me: no, Larry, you need to make more friends. Now let’s see how this new sweater vest looks
Larry (a garden gnome):
Me: oh my god you’re so handsome
heck is a place for people who don’t believe in gosh. danged for eternity.
Hold that thought while I slip into something more comfortable.
*moves to Fiji*
Like many of you, I dislike a chandelier, both in its entirety and its individual chandels.
I hate when I wake up in a strange house, & have to go outside to look at a license plate to figure out what state I’m in.
[First Date]
ME: I prepared some questions to get to know you
HER: Ok!
ME: What’s the capital of Honduras?
HER: um…
ME:[writing] bad at geo-
[David Attenborough watching me trying to chase down an ice cream truck in my flip flops] Astounding
doctor: you need a knee replacement
me: great i would like slinkies
Pride & Prejudice is a classic love story about a woman falling in love with a giant house, and learning to overcome her prejudice and distrust (because of said house)
If you refer to your air guitar using air quotes, does that mean you have a real guitar?
[at the gym]
Friend: This sauna is way too hot!
Me: *slowly slips on jean jacket* Is it cooler now?
*still laughing at a real estate ad I saw yesterday for a beautiful farmhouse “off the beating path”*
8: What’s this music?
Me: The Ramones, do you like it?
8: No, it sounds too easy to do.
Me, offended: What’s wrong with being easy?
Buzzfeed will be the death of journalism intellect.
do horses think humans are hats
Just grow your own
When you’re married, you’re part of a team, there’s checks and balances, two brains are better than one, you guys can bounce ideas off each other.
But being single means never having to explain what you spent $8,345.65 on or why there’s a baby kangaroo living in your house
wicked witch: I’ll get you, my pretty, and your little dog too
john wick: *blushing* you think i’m pretty?
Me: *trying to sleep*
Gf: Babe?
Me: Hmm?
Her: Why will she be riding six white horses when she comes?
remember when i met that guy in the club and i asked what he did and he said “i work in subway” and i spent all night asking about sandwich fillings and different breads and the next day i found out he had actually said software not subway. that was a fun and sexy time for me
*fooling around with husband*
Husband: Is that a piece of cheese in your bra?
Me: If you wanted any, you should have brought your own snacks!
My wife asked me, “How do I look?”
I said, “With your eyes.”
I almost lost mine.
Me to my husband: Why do you insist on bringing that up? That was in the past.
Husband: It just happened.
Me: But it was in the past.
Husband: It was five minutes ago.
Me: In. The. Past.
Airbnb owner: Before you check out can you start the dishwasher, put on a load of laundry, do my taxes, and renovate the bathroom?
Me:
Publisher handing my horror novel back to me with shaking hands: you need to lose the pop-ups
breaking: schrute farms has banned kanye, no beets for him.