I enjoy driving because it combines my desire to sit with my talent for being angry.

What do you call it when everything pisses you off but you’re good at not murdering people?

Forget being the bigger person, I’m going to just start barking at people.

Anyone know how to create an Outlook rule that sends every email to junk, deletes it, blocks the sender, and sets my laptop on fire?

My favorite part about talking to my teens is when they give me direct eye contact, listen intently, nod understandingly and then do the exact opposite of what I just said.

I will never understand why our washing machines feel the need to lie about how much time is left. If you need more time, just let me know, that’s fine.

Why does it take 5-7 days to refund me when it took 5-7 seconds to take it out?

I want to be a house cat and simply slap the shit out of anything in front of me that I do not understand.

“Thanks for your payment!” Shut up. I paid that bill against my will.

Any jar is a swear jar when the lid won’t open.

My patience is like a gift card, not sure how much is left but lets give it a try.

An email so annoying, you wanna return the computer to the store.

My greatest joy in life is when a friend reads a book I recommend. My greatest frustration in life is when they don’t read it fast enough.

Urgh. Trying to buy a copy of Catch-22 online but the seller won’t post it until I’ve paid and I won’t pay until I’ve received it.

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!

Outlook just asked me if I’m “enjoying” Microsoft Outlook. As if it’s not the Torment Portal.

I hate when I’m typing away, expecting autocorrect to have my back, and I look down and just see awjdbdmkskan.

Sorry I was late, I was frantically applying to other jobs.

Billion dollar technology idea: A printer that works.

The only recipes they have online are where I’m the one who’s supposed to buy all this stuff and then make it. That’s not what I’m looking for.