“Stop bouncing your leg!” It’s either this or I start screaming.

Aging gracefully is like getting steamrolled gracefully, you should really be screaming.

When I die, I want to go peacefully like my grandfather did, in his sleep, not screaming, like the passengers in his car.

I relate to a rooster because I also want start off my day by screaming.

I believe it was Aristotle who once said “The fastest way to get your kids to stop screaming is to also start screaming.”

ChatGPT is down right now and if you listen closely, you can hear millions of content creators screaming.

Google Maps should start screaming the more wrong turns you make.

I feel sorry for Netflix era kids. They will never know the high stakes adrenaline of running away in an ad break, with the beckoning call of a sibling screaming “It’s ON!” to send you hurdling over furniture to get back in time.

The difference between the kids table and the adults table during holiday dinners is that there is much more screaming, crying, and arguing at the adults table.

I hope you celebrate your birthday like your birth – naked and screaming.

I remember when a computer didn’t automatically connect to the internet, it used to make a screaming noise. We should have listened.

Due to personal reasons, I will be screaming into a pillow.

My wheelchair keeps making a screaming noise when I run over people.

Where do cicadas go when they’re not screaming? I’d like to go there and scream.