If they served grilled cheese sandwiches at communion, I’d go to church more often.
My doctor wants me to take a stress test.
I should pass with flying colors. I’ve been studying for this my whole life.
Friend: “Any plans this weekend?”
Me: “I’m going to Alcoholics Unanimous.”
Friend: “I think you mean ‘Anonymous’.”
Me: “Nope.”
I once pushed a shopping cart 10 miles the other direction to avoid talking to someone I knew at the grocery store.
If anyone needs some loose IKEA parts, let me know. Also, if you’re ever at my apartment, I’d avoid sitting on or touching any of my furniture.
Almost done with my screenplay about the end of the world, and only cats survive.
I call it “Apocalypse Meow”.
Me: “I updated the employee handbook like you asked.”
Boss: “This is just a book with pics of everyone’s hands.”
Me: “Pretty cool, right?”
I saw a sign that said FREE PUPPIES. I don’t know what crime they’re accused of, but I sure hope they get a fair trial.
“How much to go into this haunted house?”
“Sir, this is the Church of Scientology.”
“Ooh…Sounds scary! One ticket please!”
I want what every guy wants: To be involved in a rooftop chase.
Not to brag, but a top modeling agency just offered me a job as a “before” model.
HR: Do you want to sign up for 401k?
Me: Are you crazy? I can’t run that far!
This new flavor of Pringles is horrible. First of all, they aren’t even cut up. Secondly, they taste like tennis balls.
My computer just gave me an “Error 404” message, which can’t be right because I know I’ve made way more errors than that.
Apparently this dude at the mall was just tying his shoe and did NOT want to play leap frog. My bad, dude. My bad.