I take comfort in the fact that my neighbour will probably die before me. I’ll be at his funeral, leafblowing through the entire ceremony.
Actually, I’d rather you shut your talk-hole, not your pie-hole. If you have a hole that gives pie, I’m going in there, because HELLO PIE.
Hate to brag, but a cute fireman gave me his number today. It’s only 3 digits & he said it’s only for emergencies, but I know what he meant
My autopsy is going to be surprising as hell because I am 100% filled with mashed potatoes
What if ants aren’t insects at all but are vehicles that even smaller insects drive to work?
I have no idea who is gonna die first in this movie, because everyone is white.