Visitor: When will you tell us where you keep the unicorns? š¦
Us: As soon as visitors stop feeding squirrels and taking dangerous selfies with bison, weāll let you know where the horses with giant spikes on their heads roam.
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Before I had kids I wasnāt a morning person but after parenting for years I can finally look at the beautiful sunrise every day and say, Iām still not
like last october and the one before that gotta go to human resources for talking in dracula
*1st dinner date*
Me: waiter, can I get the bill-
Her: I love sophisticated guys
Me: I mean *coughs* waiter can I get theā¦ william?
Date: everything ok?
Me: yeah, sorry. I was just thinking about the death of my wife
Date: oh my gosh, Iām sorry. when was it?
Me: tonight if you play your cards right
cop: could you please describe the man who tried to kill you
me: yeah he was not nice
[After my death]
WIFE: Please! Just give me a sign itās my husband
*the ouija board literally does nothing of any significance*
WIFE [tearing up] omg itās him!!
One time an orca befriended me and then tried to steal my boyfriend
The elites donāt want you to know this but the ducks at the park are free you can take them home I have 458 ducks
The guy at work who giggles every time the clock hits 4:20 canāt figure out why he keeps getting ārandomlyā drug tested.
[on the 7th day]
dodo bird: those humans you made, are they uh safe?
god: yeah totally harmless little dude
dodo: *watching adam sharpen a stone* c-can you maybe keep an eye on them?
god: *biting into a kitkat* sure thing buddy
Little did he know that his foot powered filing system would have made him billions if he had only thought of a better name
ā The Ped-o-file
āCan you make me look like this?ā *shows hairdresser a picture of fire*
how does everyone know when fruits are in season.. when did u learn that. did i miss fruit season day in algebra. did u swallow a farmers almanac. why are peaches only in season for 8 hours a year
ME: I wish I had antlers
GENIE: Youād look pretty weird being the only one w/ antlers
M: Fine, I wish everyone had antlers
G: Oka-
M: But my antlers are demonstrably superior
G: You know you can wish for non-antler things
M: *Sees my awful neighbor Carl* I wish his antlers sucked
Nobody harasses you on the street when you walk around wearing a belt made of live cats.
me: [selects āsend verification code as textā on a website]
me three seconds later: oh boy a tex mesage
Darth Vader: I am your father
Odin: I am the all-father
God: I am the father, the son and the holy spirit
Maury: the DNA results are in, find out after the break
Too bad you canāt get abs from laughing at your own jokes because I would be shredded.
Iām tired of the grind and have decided to seek romantic comedy employment. Currently searching postings for high paying positions in a whimsical book shop.
āItās a competition, I didnāt come here to make friends.ā ā Jerry, the 1st contestant eliminated on this seasonās āFriendmakersā.
After this very serious election letās do one goofy one
Sorry, I canāt right now. Iām too busy eating all the marshmallows out of my daughterās Lucky Charms because she pointed out a gray hair.
The next person to ring the doorbell on a Saturday trying to sell something will be subjected to my 6yoās full lecture on lizards, and let me warn you, itās long
I keep my bouncy castle in my basement so I donāt get blown away.
6: Mommy where are you putting your cameltoe this year?
Me:
6: I like it
Me: Itās mistletoe son
Got a bottle of Omega 3 thrown at me.. Luckily, my injuries were only super fish oilš
I tried killing a spider with kindness, but found that a shoe was much more effective
Do teenagers have to meet a weekly eye roll quota because at this rate my daughter will be the MVP this year.
A birth control commercial with a kid in the backseat screaming āWHATāS THATā and a driving parent yelling āI CANāT SEE WHAT YOUāRE POINTING ATā repeat until everyone is crying