
my mother, staring down at my open casket: is that what you’re wearing
I hate it when people show up at MY house, knock on MY door, and then ask me why I’m not wearing pants.
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.
I’m not sure what my three-year-old needs more, naps or an exorcism.
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”
OH GOD PLEASE DONT HURT HIM
“I won’t if u-”
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