Who really needs jetpacks, I want to be able to start over from my last save point.

I don’t want flying cars, I want the ability to start again from my last save point.

Currently helping my kids find the chocolate that I ate last night.

I hate it when my body decides to get sick. I gave you a vegetable last week, how dare you.

My last husband’s name is Don. I just added an E to it and walked away.

All billionaires must submit a list of five things they did for society in the last week or their wealth shall be confiscated.

My last straw is way longer than I thought.

I hate it when I turn on the car in the morning and the music starts blasting… It’s like, woah, I’m not the same person I was last night.

Don’t invite me anywhere in the last minute. I enjoy doing nothing, so I need to know ahead of time if my plan to do nothing needs to be changed.

Does your life really flash before your eyes or is it just your brain closing all open tabs one last time.

It’s been so long since I had sex last, went jogging in flip flops just to remember the sound.

Blocking him isn’t enough. I want his favorite sports team to finish last every year for now and forever.

Humanity doesn’t deserve a new year, look at the mess they made of the last one.

I am “I can’t remember the last time I went out on New Year’s Eve” old.

This Christmas, get her the gift that’ll last a lifetime. Give her a tortoise.

This year for Thanksgiving, I’ll probably bring what I brought last year… shame upon the family.

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart, but the very next day, Guantanamo Bay.

I voted for the candidate on the last yard sign I saw before pulling in. Slow children at play will lead us into the future.

Hey boy, are you my washing machine? Because neither of you know how long 10 minutes last.

Nicole Kidman being in a film called Babygirl is actually perfect cause it’s like another version of her last name.

They should make the last foot of dental floss red so you know when you’re about to run out.

When I quit my job I’m setting one last OOO message that just says “your email will never find me again”

Got too drunk in the Vietnamese restaurant last night, they said I can never go back. They banh mi.

Last night my guardian angel came to me, covered me up, gave me a kiss on the forehead and whispered in my ear: “You’re a pain in the ass!”

The crematorium is my last hope for a hot body.