“What’s your name?”


“Is that your real name?”

“Does it matter?”

“I guess not.”

*hands me my order*

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Them: I asked how being a mom of three boys was going, but I have my answer.


[me in a zombie apocalypse] okay I think this is a zombie but I don’t want to be rude and presume anything, maybe this lady is just having a rough day, aren’t we all, haha, I’ll just try to go about my business, okay no she’s definitely biting me


“Aww. You guys… And it’s not even my real birthday! #flattered .”


One of the World’s Strongest Man events should be “Pulling apart two shopping carts that are stuck together.”


*takes your order*
*goes to kitchen*
*comes back*
“did you say grilled cheese or gorilla cheese?”
*goes to kitchen*


zeus: my son hercules has the biggest, muscles of all

poseidon, holding a bucket of shellfish: i seem to have misunderstood the assignment


[Paul Revere’s Midnight Ride on a pogo stick]










How are we supposed to fear a storm named Grayson? I’m fighting an urge to iron its prep school uniform or ask it for investment advice.


i got my shoelace completely entangled around the pedal of a stationary bike at the gym and had to ask a stranger to untangle me, which took a good solid 7 minutes. but sure put me down as your emergency contact


I thought Snapchat was just a conversation with a sassy black woman.