
I live in constant fear that my kid will become a famous artist or painter and I will have thrown out about a trillion dollars of her work
I live in constant fear that my kid will become a famous artist or painter and I will have thrown out about a trillion dollars of her work
This alphabet soup that I spilled on the floor is still more coherent than most Pitbull lyrics.
Woke up with the sinuses of an English bulldog.
Me, a good parent: Oliver we talked about this [wrestling coat onto a walrus] u can still catch a cold despite your thick layer of blubber
Me: I wish u’d bring back my 1st pet
Genie: No blood magic
Me: I wish politicians had to tell the truth
Genie: [sigh] what was ur pets name?
I’m not an asshole. I’m just a guy who won’t tolerate stupidity unless it’s coming out of the mouth of a naked woman.
Carpenters are only in it for them shelves.
If self driving cars are the thing of the future could you imagine how that’s going to change the repossession game? Imagine missing a payment and your Subaru just starts backing itself down the driveway.
“this corrupt city needs a hard rain. a hard penetrating rain for a dirty city. a thrusting rain. god so deep” – from my novel Sex Rain
You excited to watch the Super Bowl?
“Ya, but only cuz the commercials.”
[sounds of man being beaten to death with bowl of chips and dip]