Asking me if I want a bag for the box of tampons I just bought is like asking me if they’re for here or to go.
wife [whispers] Josh
wife *nudges me* Josh
me: Huh? What?
wife: You were explaining the plot to Space Jam in your sleep again
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me: my cup runneth over…
sperm bank receptionist: please take that off the counter.
Mulder: we’re trapped with ghosts in the stomach of a metal worm.
Scully: those are just people, Mulder. We’re on a train.
I asked my husband if he liked the song “#1 Crush” and he said it’s garbage, and then I said “yeah, but do you LIKE it?” because he has no clue who sings it and I’m annoying af.
I’m at the dentist. They put a bib on me and left.
Are they preparing lobster? I hope they are preparing lobster.
What rhymes with “hug me”?
*slides teller a note*
M: uh huh
T: *slides me a lollipop*
My signature move at family dinners is waiting for someone to put their drink down at the table & then moving it when they go to the buffet.
Doctor: “You have a blockage in your small & large intestine”
Doctor: *Sigh* “Ok, Tall & Venti intestine.”