I keep myself humble by messing up all the time.

You can mess up big time letting someone know you have a printer.

If stupidity got us into this mess, then why can’t it get us out?

Thinking about ignoring daily mess by creating new holiday decor mess.

I don’t always cook dinner but when I do, I use every pan in the kitchen.

Can I come over and shed hair everywhere?

Messed up and threw a surprise party for my minimalist friend. Now 25 of us are hiding behind the granite orb.

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

Might mess around and reply “history will absolve me” to all work emails.

I would describe my personal style as whatever is on top of the pile of clothes on the floor.

At this point, I’m not sure if my house is a mess or my mess is a house.

Need someone to feed me Doritos while I read, so I don’t mess up the pages. No weirdos.

I’m basically the human version of tangled up Christmas lights.

You wear a white shirt and all of a sudden everybody wants to go eat spaghetti.

Kids be like: “Nice bathroom mirror. It would be a shame if I spat toothpaste all over it.”

I’m not saying I’m messy, but if Copperfield knew what I can make disappear, he’d be jealous.

I’m so talented I can not only spill food on my clothes but I can get it on yours too.

That pile of clothes on my bed, seems to have strange powers and gets higher on its own.

My son just turned an everything bagel into an everywhere bagel.

The state of my house can best be described as “there seems to have been a struggle”.