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.

Sometimes I get really mad at myself, but not like mad enough to fight myself or anything like that.

I’m so toxic, I can fight for a relationship I don’t even want.

Date night idea: fight another couple.

Roman soldiers are all like “I’m going to fight you in this short yet tasteful leather skirt.”

I don’t need to bring anything to a knife fight, because I don’t go to knife fights.

The Internet is fun because you can post about banana bread and somehow end up in a fight.

Two people had sex and now I’m fighting for my life everyday.

A dating app called Unhinged where you agree to meet up and fight each other.

The internet is fun because you can post about mayonnaise and somehow end up in a fight.

Sorry I’m late, I was fighting for my right to party.

The most refreshing way to fight your personal demons is to make demonade.

That fight could’ve been an email.

“Don’t bring a knife to a gun fight!” Okay, then explain bayonets to me.

Netflix should’ve just maybe mailed us all this fight on DVD.

Bringing a fitted sheet to a knife fight.

These days I just accept the website cookies without any protest. Website is like Grandma, I’m not gonna fight with you.

I don’t wish anyone strife in their relationship but I do wish my neighbors would enunciate a little more when they fight so I can hear better.

The best time to start a family fight is now. It gets you out of buying relatives gifts.

Every time someone tries to fight with me online, a middle finger gets its wings.