Being an adult is like folding a fitted sheet.

Adults should get spring break from their jobs.

Adult friendships are like, “hey girl, let’s keep rescheduling to hangout until one of us dies.”

Presumably, if you had a time machine, you could just kill young adult Hitler. The baby part seems gratuitous.

Tried to be a responsible adult today. Won’t be doing that again.

My parents often told me I would lose my own head if it wasn’t screwed on and now that I’m an adult, I want to know what tools I need to have it screwed off.

I have been putting a lot of thought into it, and I just don’t think being an adult is going to work for me.

Who knew that the hardest part of being an adult is figuring out what to cook for dinner every single night for the rest of your life.

So it turns out that being an adult is mostly just Googling how to do stuff.

Adults are always asking children what they want to be when they grow up because they’re looking for ideas.

They did so well traumatizing us about teen pregnancy, I’m still traumatized as an adult.

Being an adult is realizing $1000 is little money to have, but a lot to owe.

Being an adult is crazy. Because what the hell is going on?

Becoming an adult was the worst thing I’ve ever done.

Welcome to my very loose interpretation of ‘functioning adult’.

I’ve decided to handle this like a mature adult, I’m telling your mom.

As a kid, I was worried about randomly disappearing into the Bermuda Triangle forever. As an adult, I’m wondering how I can actually make that happen.

I feel like an adult spelling bee would humble a lot of us.

I wouldn’t describe myself as an “adult”, per se. More like a “long child”.

I’m cosplaying as a functional adult again.