I’m having people over to stare at their phones later, if you want to come by.

Thanksgiving ain’t been the same ever since my uncle pulled that gun out on everybody.

THRILLED to announce I did an Ironman this weekend! Attended 3 social gatherings in 3 days.

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.

Always be kind. You never know who might own a hot tub.

Hosting Thanksgiving? Bring up politics so everyone will leave early.

Finally gathered all my thoughts and now they’re jumping me.

What’s wrong with the people who come to visit on Sundays? Don’t they have a couch?

A large group of people is called an “eww, no thank you”

The horror: “Come on, I’ll introduce you to everyone.”

If anyone wants to watch the Super Bowl on a large 8k TV, come on over to my place (and bring a large 8k TV).

FOMO? No, I’ve got FOBI. Fear of being invited.

Me, at the intervention: “Ah look, all the reasons I drink gathered in one place.”

We are gathered here today because our ancestors didn’t have condoms.

This is not an empty room, this is a very successful anti-party.

I don’t have kids or a dog. What can I bring into a bar that will make everyone mad?

Three words no parent ever wants to hear when dropping their kid at a play date: “Come on in.”

Normalize asking if this is an intervention whenever someone invites you over.

The rule should be: if you can smell the cookout, you’re invited to the cookout.

I never get as envious of parents as I do when their baby starts crying and they get to leave the event.