The way to a man’s heart is thru his stomach. At least that’s what the crazy woman with the butcher knife kept saying at the murder scene.

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So in The Matrix they feed you the liquified remains of the dead through a tube but you get to sleep and be online all day? I’m listening.


if i owned a bakery, i’d call it That’s How We Roll or Piece of Cake or Nothing’s Awry or We Enable Cookies or We’re Not Sour, Doh! or Torte Reformed or



you’re tall for a woman

[she gets real mad right here]

*place hand on hers*

but the perfect height for an angel


“Don’t eat the baby” is practical advice on Fat Tuesday and every day.


Me: Ready to brush your hair?

2-year-old: No!

Me: Why not?

2: I’m a fish!





Me: You win this round.


Did you know we only use 10% of our brains?
“Actually that’s a myth-”
This part is useless
*stabs fork in head*
See? Now florble arble guh


*I look into abyss*
*Abyss looks at me*
*Abyss blinking message in Morse code*
*I go off to learn Morse*
*I return*
“Why do we park in a dri


I forgot the word for confessional booth so I said catholic shame box


Hey remember that snarky insult you threw my way three weeks ago? Well now I have comeback so please repeat it.