I’ve asked so many people what LGBTQ stands for. So far no one has given me a straight answer.

If love is the answer then what was the question?

Suicide is never the answer, you gotta outlive your enemies.

When they ask “how was your weekend?” answer “better than yours” and maintain eye contact.

People ask you, “are you crazy”, and then get scared when you answer, “yes”.

Someone asked me how much I spend on a bottle of wine. 30 minutes was not the right answer.

When a woman texts you three questions, you should only answer one. She will love that.

The reason I don’t trust polls is because the people being polled are people who willingly answer the phone when an unknown number is calling them.

Called myself to see if I’d answer, sent me to voicemail. Twice.

Don’t even bother contacting me on the Ouija Board after I die. I barely answer my texts now.

“Alcohol and beautiful women” is apparently not an appropriate answer when you are asked about your weaknesses in a job interview.

One of the best examples of someone posing a question that they already know the answer to is the WeightWatchers website asking me if I accept cookies.

Someone asked me how much I normally spend on a bottle of wine. Answering “usually an hour” wasn’t the right answer. I know this now.

I find it hard to believe I used to just answer my phone when it rang. No caller ID. No idea who was calling. Just picked it up and said “hello” like a goddam daredevil.

“No idea” doesn’t mean I don’t know the answer. I just don’t want to have a conversation.

If someone asks you: ‘Why are you single, don’t you like people?’, answer: ‘Why aren’t you a millionaire, don’t you like money?’

When the past calls, don’t answer it. It has nothing new to tell you.

If someone asks you why you’re single, just answer with: “Got lucky.”

“Left alone” would have been the right answer as a child to the question of what I wanted to be when I grew up.

The answer is always no, I did not get enough sleep.

Life can only give you lemons if you answer the door.

If you give me a serious answer to a silly question, I’m giving you a wedgie.

Interpretive dance is the best way to answer stupid questions.

Every day I ask ChatGPT if it knows where my keys are and if it ever knows the answer, I’m suing everybody.

Apparently “Spite” is not an appropriate answer to “What motivates you?”