My grandma didn’t want to share her recipes so she put them in an empty book called sex over 65.
I’m not attached.
Me writing to my crush: Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain’t callin’
Corona showed me that if the world truly was ending, Disneyland would still be open.
Call me a burglar, except all I take is things personally.
Me: it’s the year 2200. You are dead and forgotten.
Guy: I meant what’s our future, damn.
Do you ever think hell is full and so the rest of us came back then made a twitter account?