When someone asks me what my dream job is it’s just like “I don’t know dude, I don’t dream about jobs”
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Havent picked sides in Gamer gate yet.. which do I like more.. the entire female gender or the thing where I pretend to kill people on Tv..
Excuse me, waiter, there is a spy in my soup. It fell out of the balloon in the sky.
Everyone talks about how social media is bad for your mental health but what about Excel?
A journal of my lactose intolerance called Dear Diarrhea.
I don’t always make pterodactyl noises, but when I do it’s usually because I’m walking through a crowded aisle in Walmart.
Oh, I see. “Adam and Steve” is gay, but “Adam dates his own rib” is perfectly acceptable.
five mistletoes make up a mistlefoot thank you for your time
[robbing a bank]
accomplice: nice pantyhose
me: thanks
accomplice: on your face next time tho ok
My dog crosses her paws regally while lying on the floor, like she didn’t just eat the contents of the bathroom trash can.
inventor of rice krispies: but what if our food tried to get away
I should put a bowl of this Halloween candy in my office in case anyone wants some.
-Me, working from home. Alone.
I feel it
She lied to me. Just like the resealable cheese industry.
You’re the Pepsi of people.
Some people like you, but they’re wrong.
Daughter: This is a long movie preview.
Me: You’re a long movie preview. I’ve been raising you 17 years and still no movie.
i’m trying to quit making sexual innuendos but it’s so hard
If you come to my house and see a coffee cup upside down on the floor, just be my hero and put the spider outside please.
INTERVIEWER: Says here you have sloth-like reflexes?
ME: *calls interviewer 3 years later* That is correct.
kidnapper: if u don’t eat this salad we’ll kill ur friend
me:
kidnapper:
me: which friend
It’s a day for learning unwanted facts.
My husband and I talked about getting a divorce, but neither one of us wants the kids.
I’m afraid of people who keep smiling all the time. I feel like they still have plenty of space left for more bodies in their basement.
Death be not proud. Death not so great with words, but happy to go out with any girl you want fix Death up with.
[rollercoaster]
HER: weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
ME [selfish]: iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
If you haven’t woken up from a nap covered in stickers, did you even fall asleep while watching cartoons with your preschooler.
Why do kids always want to grow up to be astronauts or doctors or racing drivers or football players, but never quiz show hosts. They literally get paid for asking questions. Surely there’s some transferable skills there.
I don’t think Major Tom was much of an astronaut – Ground Control had to tell him to put his helmet on, FFS. That’s pretty basic stuff.
Autocarrot sucks!
Me as a kid: Willy Wonka is SO cool!
Me as a mom: WHOA! Ease up on the sugar there, Dude!