My parents are happily celebrating their 50th anniversary. “That will be you and me one day,” I quietly whisper to the gym membership I can’t cancel.
[My cooking show]
Me: Today we’ll be roasting a pig. Kevin, come on up.
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Googled woodworking. Broke my coffee table down and built a birdhouse. Desk is now a birdhouse too. Pretty much everything’s a birdhouse now
Me: *lighting candles* don’t mind me, just setting the mood
Her: *backs out of elevator before doors close*
We go together like unprotected eyes and a lab accident.
Me: You can’t honestly expect me to believe this house isn’t haunted; I can see the ghost walls from here.
Realtor: Those are windows.
If a chimp tries to sign up for your karate class, DO NOT LET HIM! He already has the strength & the anger. Don’t give him the skills.
I went to type “kill me” and it changed to “milk me.” I don’t even know what else to say now.
you see me struggling as i carry a dozen loaves of bread down the street. “that guy must be a chef,” you think to yourself. wrong. baguette fight club