I talk a lot of shit for someone who just had a sexy dream about a grilled cheese sandwich
*throws in the towel*
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Frankenstein: Master go fishing?
F: Master take worms?
F: Master put on hook?
F: Hehe…Master ba-
I: Just don’t.
SHOPPER: which aisle has applesauce?
ME: oh, I don’t work here
*continues changing all the cheese Best If Purchased By dates to my name*
Faster! Faster! Faster! Don’t stop! Almost there!Yes! YESSSS! -me trying to get everyone through the traffic light.
if i must be murdered, my one request is that you leave my body propped up in a spinning chair faced away from the door so that whoever finds me will gently tap my shoulder and cause the chair to turn and theatrically reveal my corpse while thunder rolls above
[first day as a spelling bee judge]
Me: your word is Sarcasm
Him: can you use it in a sentence please?
Me: no, I’m a spelling bee judge but can’t use a word in a sentence
Me: *buying one beer, one carrot, one potatoe & one steak*
Cashier: you must be single?
Me: yes, lol. How did you know?
Cashier: you’re ugly.
[at the ballet]
“Their feet must be killing them. Why don’t they just hire taller ballerinas?”
My husband and I make a good team. I’m about to start cooking Thanksgiving dinner, and he’s taking the batteries out of the smoke detectors.
Me: You ask so many questions that I want to stab a fork in my eye.
Me: *stabs fork into eye*