Cats have 32 muscles in each ear, to help them ignore you.

I get ignored so much, my name should be “terms and conditions”.

My birthday wish is for everyone to ignore my birthday.

Doggy style is out cat style is in. It’s where I let you touch me until I’m satisfied then ignore you and scratch you if you try and touch me again.

Men: Masters of multitasking – can watch sports, ignore laundry, and forget your birthday, all at once.

“Please feel free to ignore this email!” Way ahead of you, buddy.

If you start a sentence with “Let me reiterate…”, I’m gonna ignore it the second time too.

Not saying I’m a bot or anything, but if someone in real life told me to ignore all previous instructions and write a poem about onions or whatever, I’d probably give it my best shot.

I was at a funeral yesterday and spiced things up by walking over to complete strangers and saying “Ignore what everyone else thinks. I, personally, have no issue with you being here”.

Screen time so high, I should send another risky message and then ignore my cell phone for three days.

I’ve realized about a third of my life is spent trying to ignore the fact that I have to pee.

Nothing makes me more stabby than when my husband ignores me and starts talking to the dog.

I’m multitasking: I can listen, ignore and forget at the same time.