You don’t scare me. You’re not the evil eye I get from my dog when I make him get up from the couch so I can lay down.
I’ve found that Tupperware is a lot cheaper if you buy the ones that come filled with ice cream.
What this place needs is a revival of the narrator tweets.
Narrator: No, that’s the last thing this place needs.
There’s an app for the people who say they’re not seeking some form of validation here. It’s called a diary.
I don’t think I ever really recovered from that time my pet rock ran away.
I enjoy long woks to the Chinese place up the street.
Scream sneezers need love too.
I feel like I’m living in my own horror movie. But it’s like a B movie that will never get much traction.
Revenge of the Fruity Pebbles. Yeah, direct to streaming at best.
I want you to cuff my hands behind my back.
Not for sex play but to keep my fingers away from the keyboard after reading some of the stupid shit you post.
My dogs are so stupid. They keep wanting outside even though they know it’s freezing out and they want right back in in 5 minutes.
*gives them a cookie when they come in*
My dogs are so stupid.
Ever get up, put the dogs out, unclog the overflowing toilet the wife left for you, get dressed for work, let the dogs in and then wake up in the easy chair and find you’re 20 minutes late?
Just me?
We’ve been having a problem here at work with guys spending too.much time in the restrooms. Not to get out if work but because the air conditioning in there is fantastic.
-tweet sent from stall #3
As a kid my favorite part of the school year was emptying the coat closets that last week. Forgotten clothes. Abandoned book bags. And especially that brown bag terrarium that was once a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Wrote a tweet that said “Pizza is never divided by politics.” Was about to hit send.
Then I remembered pineapple .
When the chips are down, don’t worry. The dog will get em.