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Just finished eating my Easter peeps. I mean the sugar covered marshmallow candy, not my Christian friends.
I'm about to school this 9-year-old at hopscotch so bad he goes crying to his momma... which is, well, me.
Hating Mondays is like hating 1/7 of your life. That'd be like me hating 1 of my kids. If I had 7 kids. Which I don't. I suck at metaphors.
No, YOU'RE taking the neighborhood watch too seriously! BTW- you should shred your mail and you're spending way too much on auto insurance.
If anyone needs a man card let me know. I have a few extra. I took em from all the dudes at the theater as they were walking into Twilight.
I was trying to learn The Humpty Dance and I fell and cracked my head open. In other words, totally nailed it.
At the store and some guy just asked me for a date.
I suggested he find a store employee because I have no idea where the dried fruit is.
I just organized all my spices. You should really come over and check out my rack.
The cashier ringing up my groceries has the name "Hu" on his name-tag. I'm so tempted to ask him if he let the dogs out.
I am no longer interested in sex. Related: I just finished reading a fascinating book about reverse psychology.
They gave us the McNugget, then the McRib. Now we have the McCafe. I have a feeling we are getting close to the McSpaghetti.
I don't want to wear the pants in a relationship... I say let's just take off our pants and go naked.
Saying, "Top 'o the mornin to ya" is only allowed if you've had Lucky Charms for breakfast. Hey- I don't make the rules.
Just when I thought ice cream trucks couldn't get any creepier, that one drove by playing Oh Come All Ye Faithful and proved me wrong.
No, I'm not suicidal. But yes, I am eating Taco Bell for lunch. It's very confusing I know.
I don't know who this Pete guy is, but no I will not "stop with the sarcastic comments" for his sake.