If I were an organ, I’d fail.

People always tell me I’d be “late to my own funeral” like it’s a bad thing. They’d be lucky if I even showed up to that depressing shit.

On the one hand, I’d love to look sexy in a bikini. On the other hand, there’s cake.

Called myself to see if I’d answer, sent me to voicemail. Twice.

“AI is coming for your jobs!” I’d like to see AI get absolutely no work done and then throw their coworker under the bus as soon as their boss asks about it.

I told myself I’d behave today. Then I saw my reflection and thought, maybe tomorrow.

At my size, I’d be called Buffet the Vampire Slayer.

If I was a weather man, I’d leak the weather early to pretty women.

If my son ever came out as gay, I’d be so furious. Furious that he never gave me fashion advice.

“AI is coming for your jobs!” I’d like to see AI send 5 emails a day and check their fantasy football line-ups on and off for 8 hours.

I’d be less aggressive in the morning if I could drive to work in a tank.

My childhood led me to believe that as an adult I’d have to contend with truth serum, lava, quicksand, trap doors, and secret passageways. So far it’s mostly been weight gain and existential dread.

Dating apps? No thanks, if I wanted to talk to someone for hours and accomplish nothing, I’d contact tech support.

I find it hard to believe I used to just answer my phone when it rang. No caller ID. No idea who was calling. Just picked it up and said “hello” like a goddam daredevil.

You know where I’d like to go? Missing.

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

I bet when you invited me to Thanksgiving dinner you didn’t think I’d stay this long.

I’d be a terrible masseuse. After 5 minutes, I’d be like, “Okay, my turn.”

I’d change my name to laundry if it meant you’d think about doing me every day.

I’d like to thank the municipal snow plow for recreating the wall from Game of Thrones at the end of my driveway.

I’d never pick the lesser of two evils because that means they’re not even good at being evil either.

I’ve heard that some people have kids who sleep through the night and I’d like to know if they use tranquilizers or chloroform.

I’d tell you to go to hell, but I work there and I don’t want to see you every day.

Just once I’d like my dog to give me a treat.

I don’t think I’d be so scared of spiders if they had eight tiny flip flops on.