Some of you aren’t reading the room. Not even listening to the room on audiobook.

If you’re doing Dry January, please, please, keep it to yourself. Nobody cares, and you’re probably even more boring without alcohol.

As a proud husband and father in my 40s, my New Year’s resolution is to sneeze even louder this year.

Making fun of bands that only play 3 chords when I don’t even know what a chord is.

Adult life sucks. Friends don’t even ask to see how fast you can run in your new shoes anymore.

I would like even faster food.

I can’t even think straight knowing a package got delivered while I’m not home.

People be like “bear with me” and they don’t even have a bear with them.

If I got possessed demonically, I wouldn’t even notice it. With everything else I’ve got going on.

I am not leaving this house until my hoodie strings are even.

I don’t even want to talk about the things I had to do to that elf to get back on the nice list.

Not only is it not Friday, it’s not even Thursday.

College is not even mentioned once in the Bible. Somebody get me outta here.

Well, well, well, if it isn’t the holiday traffic I said I’d avoid even though I did nothing to avoid it.

I was actually a little too thankful yesterday so today I’m going to even it out with some ungratefulness and entitlement.

Coffee doesn’t even make me feel energized, I just drink it for the love of the game.

I love when someone is telling a story and you can tell even from their version that they’re the villain.

Life is so funny because you think you look good today and a year later you look even better.

People always tell me I’d be “late to my own funeral” like it’s a bad thing. They’d be lucky if I even showed up to that depressing shit.

I had a heated but interesting discussion today and they even agreed with me at the end. That’s exactly why I love talking to myself.