Thoughts more intrusive than a 90s sitcom neighbor.

I have some fart jokes I’ve been holding in.

And are the people who find you “hilarious” in the room with us now?

I forgot my password, failed the captcha and have been accused of being a robot. I don’t even know how to fight these allegations.

At this point, Tom Cruise is a stuntman who does his own acting.

I don’t mind being the villain in your story because you’re a clown in mine.

If they can bring back the dire wolf, they can bring back Norm Macdonald.

Every time I watch “The Godfather”, I notice some new detail (they’re Italian???).

I deserve an Oscar for telling my dentist I don’t eat candy.

Bruce Lee had a faster older brother named Sudden Lee.

Imagine Pinocchio roasting you for 5 mins straight and his nose didn’t move an inch.

Lately I have the attention span of wait what?

I am so tired ever my tiredness is tired.

My train of thought derailed. There were no survivors.

Have you ever wanted to grab somebody by the shoulders, give them a good shake and whisper “Nobody cares!”

I was just viciously body shamed by my mirror.

Fries, not lies.

In filling out an application, where it says, “In case of emergency notify”, I put “Doctor.”

People found guilty of not using punctuation deserve the longest sentence possible.

I try not to laugh at my own jokes, but we all know I’m hilarious.