Cloud 9 is a very high place to fall from.

Imagine hating me, and I’m over here with one hand in my pocket, and the other one giving a high five.

I’m so high at Home Depot right now, and I have to ask where the hose at. And I know I’mma laugh when I do.

In my experience, bowling and pancakes have the same energy. High hopes at the beginning, lowered self-esteem at the end.

I would just once like to feel as powerful as a toddler throwing their sippy cup whilst sitting atop their high chair.

Not trying to brag but I just beat the high score on this blood pressure machine.

I can’t believe I used to think I was stressed in high school.

Harry Potter is sort of crazy. I would have never fought a war for my high school.

Way too many low IQ conspiracy theories floating around. Give me high IQ conspiracy theories.

I’ve reached the conclusion that all men love thigh high stockings.

In high school I was voted “most likely to hold a grudge” and I’m still mad about it.

Just rolled a joint. Not to get high or anything. It was just my ankle.

I have no desire to work now. I had five days off in a row where I dined at a feast and was entertained at a cinema. I have flown too high to return to a laptop.

It’s really hard to come back after a poorly executed high five.

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.

Why would I go to my high school reunion? I didn’t want to be there the first time.

Facebook is like a never-ending high school reunion.

An escape room, but it’s just your high school reunion.

If you see me out in public but we haven’t talked since high school, let’s keep it that way.

I’m at the age where any time my mom asks if I remember so-and-so from high school, the news is never good.

I feel sorry for Netflix era kids. They will never know the high stakes adrenaline of running away in an ad break, with the beckoning call of a sibling screaming “It’s ON!” to send you hurdling over furniture to get back in time.

“You’re so funny!” Thanks, I didn’t get laid in high school.

Acceptance truly begins when you ask Alexa to play classic rock and she plays a song that came out when you were in high school.

I held the door for an old person today and he was like, “didn’t we go to high school together” and we did.

Saw someone from high school. She said she hadn’t seen me in years. That’s likely because I’d always seen her first.