The only exercise I’ve done this month is running… out of money!

I think I’m emotionally constipated because I haven’t given a shit in months.

This entire month could’ve been an email.

Men only have money the first month of dating, that’s recruitment budget, never confuse it with operational budget.

Dry January is out. Sopping Wet February is in.

December. The month at work where everything is January’s problem.

December you will be good to me (threateningly).

Lord, they down here giving us bills every month after you already paid the price.

Eating nothing but beer for a month and calling that Oktoberfast.

We need a streaming service that’s only ads. No shows, just commercials. They pay us $15 a month.

Dry January is so funny. People are like, “How can I make the worst month of the year even worse?”

When you decorate your whole house for Christmas, what you’re really saying is “I’m not going to dust for at least a month.”

People keep wishing January was over like the worst month of the year isn’t coming up next. Thats like wishing someone would stop arguing with you and just punch you in the face.

Awesome that January is over, but rude that our reward for getting through it is February.

Whoever removed the 30th and 31st from February, come get the 14th too.

Schedule your appointment early in the month before your dentist starts fretting about their next boat payment.

I’m giving up eating chocolate for a month. Sorry, bad punctuation. I’m giving up. Eating chocolate for a month.

I’ve done the math: If the month had 10 days, I would get by with my money.

Would pay $10 a month for Summer Premium Package without wasps.

Went to the grocery store hungry. I didn’t need to pay rent this month anyway.

I feel like I should give my air conditioner a plaque for employee of the month.

Are you ever in the mood to get hit by a car and spend like one month in the hospital?

The only exercise I done last month was running out of money.