The worst part of getting struck by lightning is everyone seeing your skeleton
[first day working at a duty-free shop]
manager: here’s your list of duties
me: wtf
convinced HR to revise the language in my termination letter to read: despite multiple warnings he refused to stop misusing the defibrillator to “tingle his pants”
[to the realtor showing me a property on sesame street] wait is that a vampire
Me: So what’s this lowlife in for?
Zoo guide: Again, this isn’t animal prison
David Bowie: We can be heroes
Me: No thanks
David Bowie: Just for one—
Me: I said I’m not interested
Wolverine’s mom: If you’re going out take your brother with you
Wolverine: But Mom he’s so weird
Listerine: Nothing weird about fresh breath
Hi Barbara? Yeah I just saw the posters you put up and no, I have not seen your cat but I’d love to. Is now a good time to come take a look?
Please put away that scary photo, Tina.
That’s my X-ray.
I’m not sure what’s worse: the fact you dated a skeleton or that its name was Ray.
[death row]
Okay Johnson, it’s time. Any last requests?
Pardon me?
I said it’s time, any last—ah I see what you did there, Johnson. Good one
Note to self: Remove “Does anyone else know you’re here?” from list of first date small talk questions.
Starting to think that adult supervision is a myth. In fact, my eyes seem to be getting worse.