Going to look at the small picture for a while. Tired of seeing the big picture. Too much picture.

Before ball parks were invented there was pretty much no way to give someone a rough estimate.

The only function of a middle name is so a child can assess how much danger they’re in.

I wonder how much time The Weeknd saves not typing that extra e.

Mocktails are awesome because they ask the question ‘how much could juice cost?’

If I was the inventor of healing, I would have made it linear, I can tell you that much.

Used dark mode so much that I became physically repulsed when I see a white screen.

Do you know how much effort goes into looking this regular?

I try not to post too much, to give everyone else a better chance at being seen.

I wonder if Mary and Joseph hated putting away the Christmas stuff as much as I do.

I successfully avoided the red-eye flight and got the much milder pink eye flight.

I just can’t watch football, there’s too much “penetration in the backfield” for me to not giggle like an immature maniac.

You told your cat how much you love him, but now it’s morning, the sun is out, you’re sober, and it’s just weird for both of you.

Іf Empire Strikes Back isn’t a Christmas movie, then why is there so much snow in it?

Nothing prepared me for how much of my adult life would be spent hiding from people I know at the grocery store.

For my birthday, I want everyone to tell me how much they love me and why in immense detail.

Life would be so much easier if you could push a button that makes dickheads fall through a trap door in the floor.

Twitter sucks so much, but randomly there are such funny tweets, so I wait, like a frog, for one delicious fly.

“Be the bigger person” sounds too much like “accept the disrespect”.

Coffee tastes so much better handed to me.