Don’t mess with me. I come from a generation that would walk to a mail box to mail a letter if we were angry enough with you.
I just show up at seances for the awkward, forced companionship holding hands around a table brings.
She said she liked a man with a mouth on him and I admitted that I too like someone with all their face parts.
*stays up all night watching true crime murder mysteries on tv*
*can’t come up with a good alibi why I’m late for work*
I just want to be rich enough one day to name my kid after an Australian mammal or something found in my spice rack.
“Are you going to finish that?”
-takes a tantrum from a toddler
Saw a bird at my feeder shit on another bird’s head and that bird just kept right on eating. I’ve never before felt this close to nature.
I ducked into a crowd of guys bro hugging as they left the bar, they didn’t notice the stranger in their midst and I’m feeling so loved rn.
Hopefully women like a mature man. Because when I say I can do it multiple times a day, I mean vacuum.
DJ: “MARRIED PEOPLE IN THE CLUB TONIGHT MAKE SOME NOOOIISE!”
*Groans*
*Sobs*
*sighs*
*a solitary gunshot*
By the time you feel a butterfly under your heel, it’s already dead.
Consider it relationship advice.
“This is literally the worst beer I’ve ever tasted.”
*finishes six pack*
Before seeing why your toddler has been quiet for 10 mins it’s best to first call the plumber and write your apology letter to the landlord.
[orders pizza]
Would you also like our cheesy bread, comes with sauce?
Are you trying to sell me a side of pizza with my pizza? 2 please.
Me: “Breath mint?”
Her: “Sure.”
M: “Don’t mean to offend.”
H: “None taken.”
M: “Great. Good to hear. Care for a push up bra?”