therapist: so what’s the problem?
me: i have crippling self-doubt
therapist: are you sure?
me: …
therapist: …
me: no
I call this next one…
That’s Not How Mom Makes It
“Um, Jim…”
“What?”
“That’s not a log.”
pretty sure the fire pigeons aren’t gonna care about your silly little sign
respect
TEETH IS INNOCENT
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I was just-“
“Where am I, Jessica?”
“In the basket.”
“And what does that mean?”
“It’s YOU time?”
“It’s ME time. What else?”
“No touching?”
“No touching.”
seems like a niche market
“Are you the branch manager?”
“Yes I am, how can I help you?”
“I would like two branches, please.”
“How would you like that?”
“Two big sticks, four little sticks.”
the trick to parenting is appearing to present a united front with your partner while subtly implying that the other one is really the villain
wife: what the hell?
me: that’s…
wife: don’t do it
me: just…
wife: i mean it
me: how…
wife: i’m warning you
me: they…
wife: STOP
me: roll
when you’re the new kid at school and you accidentally sit down at the “cool kids” table
This 1886 photograph of a young girl trying to cut a beam of sunlight with a pair of scissors is either a wonderful testament to the boundless imagination of childhood, or a clear example of the fact that kids were just as dumb 135 years ago.
when your Amazon order arrives and you think to yourself “this is some real bullshit right here”
dog: *snickers*
priest: *sighs*