Hey girl, do you like my signals? I mixed them myself.

Parallel lines have got so much in common, it’s a shame they’ll never meet.

Everyone is all “love is patient” during the wedding, but when there’s a long line for the open bar, not so much.

All right everyone, line up alphabetically according to your height.

Are you spaghetti because I want you to meat my balls?

My superpower is always picking the line at the grocery store that moves the slowest.

They should invent friends whose schedules line up with yours.

I hate everyone in front of me at this checkout line, everyone behind me is cool.

A drone, but for seeing which fast food drive-thrus have the shortest line.

Not to brag but I always pick the slowest moving checkout line at the grocery store.

Damn, girl, are you Black Friday? Because I’m wondering what your bloody deal is.

Caffeine is not enough anymore, I need to chew on a power line.

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

Hate when anxiety gives me stomach problems. Like, baby, you are supposed to be a mental disorder, please stay in your line.

I’ll never understand people who go through self-checkout line and slowly and carefully scan their items. This line is for stealing.

My robot vacuum and I are cut from the same cloth. When we see a line of dirt on the kitchen floor, we just spin around and go the other way.

My ducks may not be in a row, but at least they’re having fun. Your ducks probably hate you for making them line up like that.

If you stand too close to me in the check out line, you may as well pay for my stuff while you’re breathing down my neck.

“My reading glasses would look good on your nightstand.” -Me, flirting.

If the line at the grocery store takes longer than 10 minutes, the candy beside the checkout should be free.

Grocery shopping before Christmas is a nightmare. My milk expired while I was waiting in line.

Writers should get a direct line to the FBI so we can call them and give them a heads up when we’re googling ways to poison someone but just for a story.

I did vote once but only because I thought the line was to a buffet.

Damn girl, are you a plate of microwaved leftovers? Because you’re hot on the outside and cold on the inside.

The best part about Smarties is pouring them into an empty prescription bottle and shaking them all into my mouth while waiting in line.