You hit a couple of curbs, take out a trash can and all of a sudden it’s “you can’t drive”.

Golf is a great way to learn all of the new curse words your subconscious has been cooking up in the lab.

I’ve literally never copied and pasted text and thought, “I’m so glad it kept the formatting and font from the other document.”

I hate when recipes tell you to take something out of the pan and add it back in later. No way bro. It’s staying in there.

Dating apps? No thanks, if I wanted to talk to someone for hours and accomplish nothing, I’d contact tech support.

You spend so long trying to think of a name for your cat only to end up calling them “for god’s sake” and “please stop”.

Once again, I have fallen for life’s biggest scam: being two hours early for a flight only for security to take roughly seven minutes.

My husband pissed me off so I wrapped his remote and put it under the tree.

If being hydrated is such a great thing, why does it feel like my bladder is pissed off?

It sucks when you have to stand on an escalator for 30 minutes because of a power cut.

Broke my work phone. I can’t talk on it anymore. I should have done this a long time ago.

Me, to the printer: “Hey, could you print this out for me?” Printer: “Sure, but first I’ll show you all the sounds I can make.”

Voice messages. Just call, goddamnit!

A thousand curses upon anyone who has ever gone, “Why are you sitting in the dark?” and then flipped the light on without asking.

Which one of you shrunk all of my jeans?

Honestly, I don’t think I have any more new passwords left in me. You wanna steal my identity? Go ahead, I hope you enjoy debt and terrible posture.

I hate dealing with fresh garlic. Each individual clove with their little f***ing paperwork.

Most of my job is making things idiot proof, but they keep making better idiots.

I don’t like who I become when I’m watching someone Google something less efficiently than I would myself.

JFK is the perfect name for this airport because it’s a bloody headache.