Honestly, I don’t even play an active role in my life any more. Things just happen and I’m like “I guess this is what we’re doing now.”

I hate when I offer someone food and they accept it.

I’m at that age where someone can call me the wrong name and I’m just like “whatever, I’ll be Dan for a minute”.

Just went to the Oreo website and hit “accept all cookies” … and now we wait.

By accepting their pardons, the turkeys are admitting guilt.

Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the terms and conditions I do not read.

I’m just falling in love with my problems now. Maybe they’ll leave me too.

Welcome to your late 40s! From now on you will no longer be in “good health” but in “good health for your age”.

Acceptance truly begins when you ask Alexa to play classic rock and she plays a song that came out when you were in high school.

These days I just accept the website cookies without any protest. Website is like Grandma, I’m not gonna fight with you.

There should be a socially acceptable way to say, “I’m not sure what to say to that. Can you please say something different?”.

I have no need to judge people because of their religion, skin color or sexual orientation. Bad behavior is enough for me.

These days I just accept the website cookies without any protest. Website is like Grandma, I’m not gonna fight with her.

One of the benefits of being my friend is that you can come to my house in your pajamas, no make-up, and look like crap and I won’t judge you.

Calling me ugly isn’t even an insult, because I know already.

I’m at the “buy bigger jeans” part of my Eat. Pray. Love. journey.

We all just kind of accept it as normal that we have a meat tentacle living inside of our mouth.

Accept who you are. Unless you’re a serial killer.

I don’t get mad anymore. I’m just like “again?” Ok then.