I took my kids to the zoo when they were small, I wonder how they are getting on now.

When you scream into your pillow, the memory foam never forgets.

Do other people remember toasters with wings flying across our computer screens or was that a fever dream I just had?

Welcome to your 40s. You now pay for 7 streaming services, only use 4 and can’t remember the password to any of them.

My bed is a magical place where I suddenly remember everything I forgot to do.

Call a girl beautiful 1000 times and she won’t notice. Call her fat once and she will never forget. That’s because elephants never forget.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again because I have a terrible memory.

Don’t drink to forget me, you’ll end up seeing me double.

I fondly remember my days as a younger man when I didn’t care what the weather was going to do.

One of the keys to happiness is a bad memory.

I don’t understand how I can remember every word of a song from 1984, but I can’t remember why I walked into the kitchen.

I enjoy long walks up and down my stairs trying to remember what I was supposed to be doing.

I always ask for a receipt so I can keep them in my purse for 86 years.

Nothing refreshes my memory of what I need at the grocery store like coming home from the grocery store.

My phone storage is full so I guess it’s time to delete the 27 second video I took of a spiderweb four years ago.

The worst part of my grandfather’s dementia was slowly watching him forget about Dre.

At my age, “getting lucky” means walking into a room and remembering what you came in there for.

A big part of aging is accumulating keys and not knowing what they’re for.

My fondest childhood memory is being able to sleep through the entire night and waking up rested.

Just remembered why I went upstairs yesterday.

Therapy isn’t enough. I need to be electrocuted and get my memory erased.

All my passwords are protected by short term memory loss.

Not to brag, but I just walked upstairs and remembered why.

My signature move is forgetting someone’s name 2 seconds after they tell me.

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

How many of y’all are “burn a CD” and “lime wire” old?

My brain is 80% song lyrics.

Dear Snapchat memory, that’s not my friend anymore.

All of my passwords are protected by short-term memory loss.