
In high school I only played the trombone so I could hit people and make it look like an accident.
I got this “breathe” tattoo because I don’t have a central nervous system and it’s a helpful reminder.
In high school I only played the trombone so I could hit people and make it look like an accident.
how I passively talk to my kid
“customarily, the clothes go in the hamper”
I didn’t get you a gift bag, I LENT you a gift bag. Now get your crap out of it and give it back without any crinkles.
Apparently hitting a butterfly with my car is “not a valid reason to call 911” and I “need to grow up”
My friend called me from a private number last night so I just returned the favor by knocking on his door with a ski mask on.
‘Head, shoulders, knees and toes’ used to be a lot more cheery when I wasn’t singing about what hurt on a morning.
[doorbell]
“Hi, do you have time to discuss the Bible?”
“You have cookies?”
“No, sir I-”
“Come back when you have cookies.”*closes door*
Me: Take my pic *hands him camera & giggles*
Him: What’s funny?
Me: Nothing.
Him: *presses button, explodes, dies*
Me: Ha! Photo bombed!
When your baby cries, don’t feed it. That’s just what it expects you to do. You have to outsmart it.
Wife: Did you give the kids a bath?
Me: I got the dirt off.
Wife: What does that mean?
Me: *hides the leaf blower*