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puppy petter. eagle trainer. drinker of milk. taker of naps. writer. my books are available at https://linktr.ee/sunshinejarboly my tweets https://bsky.app/profile/did:plc:dyksjqh6i65siw2h6j7xhbtu/feed/aaajao4trlgl6
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me: well, i woke up screaming the name keyser söze again. the priest in the confessional: you know that this is not a therapy booth, right?

The eyes are the windows to the soul and the mouth is the front door to a donut.

IF WE AREN’T SUPPOSED TO BE TOO CLOSE TO THE MICROWAVE WHY DO THEY SHOW US OUR FOOD TWIRLING AROUND IN THERE

Got flexed on by raccoon who was holding a better bagel than me this morning.

coasting is my favorite part of riding a bike, I say and the conversation goes dead

Why, in this, the post-pandemic world of the 21st century, do people still wish to shake my hand

Sure hope Maynard from Tool never has cause to write a song about me

[american civil war] soldier: god this is terrible I hope no one reenacts this

haha, you’re right, we all have that one friend who’s frantically trying to get their life back together but can’t quite pull it off because they have a severe 4loco addiction & they’re 14 months behind on their monster truck payments.

my apple watch has a special attachment that can hold a burrito while i eat another burrito.

I waste all my bravery eating expired food

I'm one (1) six-digit verification code away from a straight jacket

Set phasers to the unbearable lightness of being

one thing I remember about all the fights I’ve had with my spouse is how I was right

acme salesperson: okay, your total comes to $107.15. wile e. coyote: (bleary eyed thousand yard stare) why won’t god just let me die?

i get anxious every time i return to the airport in los angeles. it’s not very reLAXing, is what im saying . folks,,

knocked my salt shaker over & when i turned back to look at it, i turned into a spiller of salt . folks,,

one time when i was a kid my dad bought so many jean jackets from sears they eventually let him park his camaro right next to the register.

“he who sends 100 men to fight me, dig 100 graves.” - congorillacius

The camera noise on my dad’s phone is so loud it causes localized thunderstorms

you can easily out-bro all your bros by driving your scirocco directly into your vicodin dealer’s hot tub.

Me: dang those wings were spicy WebMD: you have cancer Me: I just ate buffalo wings, I’m pretty sure it’s heartburn WebMD: ᵇᵘᶠᶠᵃˡᵒ ᶜᵃⁿᶜᵉʳ

jesus, lost in the desert, stumbles upon a squad of jawas who are in the process of dismantling a droid: hey guys, sorry to bother you, i think i’m lost. do you know what story i’m in? jawa: oooh tee dee!! jesus: okay, no need to use racial slurs.

Weird. Usually the drummer goes first

Hey you guys know you can drive around corners faster right?

i'm glad i don't have a thought bubble above my head because when i'm involved in intellectual conversations i'm usually just thinking about some variation of potatoes

sometimes you don’t need to do the laundry; sometimes you can just pack the hamper down a little bit and it’ll look less full

one time my dad made a pizza that had so much meat on it david attenborough had to come in & narrate it.

one time my wife gave me a pretty long list of chores to do so, what i did was i got my shovel, went to the backyard & dug a deep, deep hole until i reached a point where gravity & time no longer existed & that was where i merged into the singularity & was never seen again.

Just spent two minutes panicking when I couldn’t find my keys in my pockets. The car was already running. I’m fine. Everything is fine.

Realized I never said "unquote" after reciting a famous poem in 10th grade. Sorry if you thought everything I've said since is Shakespeare

Folgers made me believe there was a “best part” of waking up

space alien pilot: {hovering in their ship looking down at the earth} they still don’t have a pope. space alien co-pilot: that’s our window, we should attack now while we can.

one time when i was feeling down my grandpa gave me some really good advice & it was this: “life is an endless parade of misery & pain so you might as well have that fifth chimichanga. who cares.”

I never get invited to the good funerals.

Reminiscing about the ponchos of my youth.

I don't want to drink guava soda but I do want to say it.

What do you mean you don’t want to play with your younger sister? That’s the entire reason she exists.

one time at work my boss was explaining something pretty complicated to me that i needed to get done & i remember that the only thing i could think of while he was talking was, “i wonder where i can get some flan?”

one time my uncle drank so much mountain dew that he passed out & when he woke up he was 3 months behind on his puka shell necklace payments.

me: *minding my own business* iPhone: hey, remember when you went to your best friend’s funeral?!

Whenever I write an email I put the subject line as "Here comes another email for you to read"

Damn airbags smashed my doritos again