Changing my passwords regularly has certainly helped protect my accounts. Against me.

Your password must contain a character… with a tragic backstory.

Passwords are like underwear: You shouldn’t leave them out where people can see them, you should change them regularly, and you shouldn’t loan them out to strangers.

Thank you for your password, now we are going to text you another password, then put that one in. Click ‘remember this computer’ so we can forget it.

When one door closes, lock it securely, along with all your other doors and windows, before any inspirational quotes get in.

All my passwords are protected by short term memory loss.

Me, one week before the new year: Not to brag, but I have enough money to live comfortably for the rest of the year.

It’s normal that my retirement plan is 100% contingent on me finding buried treasure at some point, right?

A hacker called me and said he had all my passwords. I got a pen and paper and said ‘Thank God for that, what are they?’

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

I like to scan my backyard every hour with a high power flashlight to let my neighbors know I won’t tolerate any weirdness around here.

Humans were not meant to have this many passwords.

Don’t listen to them, little password. You are strong.

My bank assures me my money is safe with them, yet they keep their pens chained to desks and most of them are missing.

Get a Ring camera so you can yell at your kids when they’re out front and freak them out.

Airport security asked me if I’ve seen anything unusual. I just paid $18 for a coke & a sandwich. Let’s start with that.

Once again, I have fallen for life’s biggest scam: being two hours early for a flight only for security to take roughly seven minutes.

“Your password is too weak!” Just wait until you see my impulse control.

For security reasons, I highly recommend that you leave one of your children home during the holidays to set elaborate booby traps in case of intruders.

Thank you two-step authentication codes that expire after 60 seconds for providing Mission Impossible-type drama into my mundane suburban existence.

You ever notice how when you get home from food shopping, the kids turn into airport security?

All my passwords are protected, by my poor memory.

As president, I will allow people to use the same password as before when changing their password.

Marriage is between two people: one person who is on the verge of sleep and one person who is asking if the front door is locked.

My home security system is just a copy of my paycheck taped to my front door.