
I didn’t hit him with my car…
I massaged him with my wheels.
I didn’t hit him with my car…
I massaged him with my wheels.
*builds a fort out of paper towel packages at store*
*coerces other customers to bring me cheese samples in exchange for fort privileges*
That moment when your ID badge doesn’t work & you wonder:
Did I get fired?
Can I go back to bed now?
Will my 401k sustain my food addiction?
Girl: *blowing kisses to boyfriend across the room*
Me: *runs in and swats kisses out of the air*
I lost 6 hours of sleep last night, lying in bed wondering if Muppets get haircuts.
You know what would make gang members tougher? Have them start snapping, then do pirouettes in the street.
– Broadway producers
*holds door for someone*
Them: This weather…
Me: No.
*starts pulling door closed on them*
T: *pulls on door*
Me: *holding door closed*
No.
When I sit down and the toilet seat is warm, I like to imagine someone rubbed a freshly baked loaf of bread on it.
Don’t ruin this for me!
At a red light:
Me: *turns to face car next to me*
*rolls down window*
Guy: *looks*
Me: *loudly sings song*
*dances*
G: *panicked look*
I had a dream I killed someone, and all I did was panic about being caught…and cry.
Now I know I’d be a terrible murderer.