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Me: Where's the cat? Her: She doesn't respond to that. Me: I'm not saying it Her: Then I'm not telling you Me: Ok, where is Her Majesty, Empress Clawdia Her: On her throne

Me: Where's the cat? Her: She doesn't respond to that. Me: I'm not saying it Her: Then I'm not telling you Me: Ok, where is Her Majesty, Empress Clawdia Her: On her throne

Her: Pssst. You looking to hook up with some good shit? Me: Maybe. What do you got? Her:

[Inside gigantic cement building in the middle of nowhere] Me: *slowly starts opening bag of food* My dog:

Sitting at my daughter's pretend restaurant. The service is horrible here and the prices are outrageous.

*grabs microphone at register at Best Buy* THE TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES WERE ACTUALLY TORTOISES. TURTLES LIVE IN WATER. GET OFF ME!

[Inside gigantic cement building in the middle of nowhere] Me: *slowly starts opening bag of food* My dog:

I feel you, little guy

So, here’s the thing, I *don’t* have a structured settlement but I *do* need cash now.

I put the tomatos and the ketchup right next to each other in my refrigerator just so all the food knows I have no mercy

BARISTA: what can I get you ME: medium roast please BARISTA: ok, your gray roots are getting obvious and you have the silhouette of a potato ME: *under breath* damn

Her: Pssst. You looking to hook up with some good shit? Me: Maybe. What do you got? Her:

You walk through a single sand painting and suddenly the farmer's market has a villain.

“I love you,” Random Generator Bot tells me. Warmth blossoms inside me and a grin breaks across my lips. “I love you too, Random Gene—“ “Plate tectonics digest cannulas,” Random Generator Bot says. My smile fades. “Yeah…” I nod at Random Generator Bot. “They sure do, buddy.”

The word musk is now a slur on this site.

The bar for Bluesky being basically "I'd like a place where people are even just slightly less mean to me" really says something about our collective post Twitter PTSD

ME: Everyone has a soul and since souls are actually ghosts, technically we're all haunted ANESTHESIOLOGIST: how do you keep waking up

ME: a guy at work broke his jaw and has to eat all his meals through a straw WIFE: wow that sucks ME: i know what a straw does linda

*grabs microphone at register at Best Buy* THE TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES WERE ACTUALLY TORTOISES. TURTLES LIVE IN WATER. GET OFF ME!

Guy in the tractor what are you even doing

“Remind me again, what’s the definition of insanity?” I ask the empty room as I sign up for another social media site.

Sitting at my daughter's pretend restaurant. The service is horrible here and the prices are outrageous.

Wife: Why is there a charge for $3,000 to Men's Warehouse? Me: I have no idea. Don't go outside tho

[At Last Supper] *Jesus raises bread* This is my body *raises wine* & my blood *pulls out 8 of Clubs* & this is your card *Apostles go nuts*