If I had just one hour left to live, I’d spend it in Math class… it never ends.

I can now tell the hour of the day by which part of my body needs a heating pad.

Why do they call it rush hour when nothing moves?

I didn’t lose an hour of sleep. The hour of sleep lost me.

That was a nice hour long Twitter scroll. Feel much worse as always. See you guys tomorrow.

The only team building exercise we had when I started working was called “Happy Hour.”

No matter how early you get up, fate always gets up half an hour earlier.

Sleeping in in winter is really great, you still have about an hour of daylight left before it gets dark again.

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.

Don’t cry because it’s over. Cry because you have an extra hour to think about it.

Nice to finally get back that hour they stole earlier this year.

I forgot to turn my clocks back and, oh my God, you guys are not going to believe the stuff that happens in the next hour.

Robot bartender rips me in half after listening to my problems for over an hour.

Someone asked me how much I normally spend on a bottle of wine. Answering “usually an hour” wasn’t the right answer. I know this now.

When I’m president, I will add an additional hour between 6 and 7pm.

Senility is the pits. Spent an hour driving around the mall parking lot looking for my car.

I’m so sick of TV shows and movies where there are no likable characters. I don’t need to spend an hour with people I hate, I already have my life.

Actually, this email could’ve been a meeting. We could’ve spent an hour on the clock talking shit and gossiping. Someone could’ve brought bagels.

People who say that they don’t have time for my bullshit should wake up an hour earlier.

Watching a movie on the plane? No thanks. Watching my seatmate’s movie with no audio and not understanding what’s going on for over an hour? Yassss.

Sorry, can’t. I took my bra off and threw it across the room an hour ago. There’s no coming back from that.

It always takes me an hour to get ready. 45 minutes for doing nothing and 15 hectic minutes for the rest.

My phone just filmed a 2 hour documentary about life inside my purse.

I need to know the brand of toothbrush my neighbor has. I hear it buzzing sometimes an hour at a time and she’s clearly enjoying it.

The first 120 hours after the weekend are always the worst.