Don’t let the correct punctuation fool you; I’m basically a 4 year old with good grammar.
You gotta hand it to him. Otherwise, we can’t finish this relay race.
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It’s like my cat doesn’t realize my retirement plan involves him doing something interesting enough to be famous on the Internet.
Me: Hmm, food is a splurge. Can’t afford it this week.
*sees a talking Batman cup*
Me: I absolutely need this right now or I’ll die
Enviromentalists: How can we stop the rising oceans?
Me (understands displacement but not enviromentalism): Pull all those big whales out.
Did you know that ants are free? You can just take one!
Them: Look! We’re at the beach!
Me: Look! I’m in your house!
Remember mad cow disease?
Husband: *trying to thread a needle with far too thick string
Me: That’s not gonna fit, it’s way too big.
H: You’ve said that before, but I have a 7 year old who proves otherwise.
7: You guys are being weird again.
dad: Hand me that Phillips screwdriver
dad: Isn’t that a Phillips beside you?
me: It says “Craftsman”
me: Are you crying?
You’ve been kidnapped. Your kidnappers allow you to keep tweeting to pretend everything is alright. What would you tweet that would alarm your followers without the kidnappers knowing you’re asking for help?
“And then I put in the exact amount of garlic the recipe called for.”