I hate it when people show up at MY house, knock on MY door, and then ask me why I’m not wearing pants.

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my mother, staring down at my open casket: is that what you’re wearing


Me: You know, one nice thing about being snowed in all weekend is we haven’t had to spend any money.

Wife: (clicking add to cart) So nice.


Ruin a hipster’s day by telling them how commercial you think their favorite band has become.


I’m having one of those days where nothing seems to be going write.


As a man, I honor Christopher Columbus every day of the year by refusing to ask for directions.


I’d get in the back of their van if they told me they had a phone charger in it.


I went to the gym today.
Just kidding, I walked down the block and yelled at the neighbor kids for screaming while I’m trying to nap.


Working on a new catchphrase. I’m workshopping “That really butters my baboon!” and “THAT’ll put a meatloaf in your mailbox!”

They’re testing equally well (nobody likes them)


*ring ring* Hello?
“If u want to see ur son again give me $500,000”
“I won’t if u-”
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