Every once in a while, I go outside and run the vacuum cleaner on the driveway, just to make sure the neighbors never talk to me.

Spent most of the day making sure my couch still works. So far so good.

Back in my day there was so much toilet paper and so much eggs that we gathered at night and threw them at the houses of our enemies.

I like to keep my wife guessing by walking around the backyard carrying a ladder and a chainsaw.

Cause of death: Trying to draw eyebrows on the neighbor’s cat.

have one of those big paintings with the eyeholes cut out, but I don’t have anyone to spy on, so I just watch TV through it.

Ouija boards are like unannounced phone calls for ghosts.

Need someone to feed me Doritos while I read, so I don’t mess up the pages. No weirdos.

Edging my house plants by putting them next to the window when it rains.

He died doing what he loved: trying to find out if gang members are ticklish.

I like to scan my backyard every hour with a high power flashlight to let my neighbors know I won’t tolerate any weirdness around here.

Gonna break into your house, toast all your bread and put it back in the bag.

Sitting next to you on an empty train and clicking my stopwatch every time you turn a page in your book.

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

Picking up women at the bar and then gently setting them down.

Just because you can connect to your neighbor’s bluetooth speaker and play ghost noises doesn’t mean you should.

It’s that time of year again where I go to random restaurants to tell random women, “So this is why you cancelled our date?”, while they’re out with their significant others.

I like listening to true crime podcasts while I clean my bathroom because I can pretend I’m destroying evidence.

Make every hug more interesting by mysteriously whispering, “the Dark Lord stands at the crossroads!”

Tai Chi is so crazy because it’s like throwing a slow motion tantrum.