If I’m ever murdered, feel comfort in knowing I ran my mouth until the bitter end.

In my opinion, those who go jogging on a Sunday morning certainly don’t have a comfortable sofa.

Sometimes I feel like I’m cheating on my recliner with my loveseat, in case you were wondering how emotionally invested I am in laziness.

Home is where the tap water doesn’t taste funny.

Me at a nightclub: Where are the chairs?

I have almost 100,000 miles on my office chair. So I got that going for me.

Camping? No, thank you. If I wanted to sleep outside, I wouldn’t pay my mortgage.

At least men and women can agree on one thing: it feels amazing to take a bra off.

I want to have a penguin that just waddles up to me whenever I’m sad.

Sometimes, when I need a really good night’s sleep, I call my burrito guy to come over and tuck me in.

I hate it when I’m cleaning the house and suddenly find a bowl of ice cream in my lap and my soap opera on.

Let’s be honest. The best moment of the day is when we take off our bra.

I hate it when my pillow is not pillowing like it should. You have one job. Be a pillow man. You are pillow. Act like one!

Having someone sing you to sleep is so comforting, until you realize you are the only one in the room.

One of my biggest fears during a zombie apocalypse is having to sleep without a fan.

There is nothing like a little tomato soup to soothe the soul, even if it’s cold, over ice, with a celery stalk and vodka.

I would never be comfortable delivering a baby. I can’t even remove an avocado pit without dropping it.

No matter what’s going on in your life, there’s some form of potato that can make it better.

True luxury is sleeping until you wake up by yourself.

Do you also sometimes turn on the TV just so you have background noise or am I weird?