When someone tells me how old their kid is in months, I ask them to rephrase it in days, so they know what I just went through.
The five stages of Sunday: depression, anger, bargaining, acceptance, HBO
*uses Mr. Clean magic eraser to wipe off your drawn on eyebrows*
if you just show up to a delivery room in scrubs and carry a videocamera you can usually film like 7 or 8 births before they throw you out
Me: But where do you see this relationship in five years?
Her: Sir! For the last time, do you want extra cheese or not?
do you have any idea how fast you were going?
“no, I’m not wearing my contacts”
Surfing is a good choice for people who like skateboarding but wish it had more sharks.
*boss trying to relate to younger employees*
“Excited for the weekend? I know I’ll be *looks down at Wikipedia print-out* Yoloing for sure!”
Twitter account is my serious account.
The funny one is my bank account.
*lowers car suspension to look more gangster*
*takes 12 minutes to ride over a speedbump*