Thank God I have a cat. Who else is gonna shit in this box I have?

On average, my daily actions demonstrate I’m probably good at something else.

Sleep with each other, or someone else will!

I put my pants on like everyone else. With hope they still fit.

Petition to change the name of rice cakes to something else as they are 100% rice and 0% cake and I’m tired of all the gaslighting.

McDonald’s will “anything else” you to death. Can you wait a McMinute?

Has anybody else completely lost it or is it just me and Kanye?

Christmas can be really hard for single people. Everyone else is having a brilliant time and we have to hide the fact that every day is like that for us.

One of my favorite parts of grocery shopping is when somebody else does it for me.

Everyone else time traveling: Preventing wars or the spread of disease. Me: Buying multiple pairs of my favorite shoes they’ve stopped making.

“The average CEO reads 52 books a year.” Yeah, because they’ve got nothing else to do.

There are only two portion sizes for mashed potatoes: nowhere near enough (posh restaurants) or far, far too much (literally everyone else).

I have poor night vision so I upgraded to LED headlights because it’s important to me to ensure nobody else can see either.

You know what’s worse than someone’s phone alarm playing the tune over and over? Someone else who starts whistling along.

They should invent a self-checkout where someone else scans the items and puts them in a bag.

Just saw a bird run across the street if you were wondering if anyone else is wasting their gifts.

So. Fed the laundry and washed the cat. Showered the garbage and disposed of myself. Was there anything else?

I like the concept of restaurant appetizers: “Bring me something to eat. And bring me something else to eat while I’m waiting.”

If someone else makes you a sandwich, it’s always better than if you do it yourself. It’s the same with sex.

Metallica’s “Nothing Else Matters” is my favorite song about that 5 minutes of sleep before the alarm goes off.