You ask for a Swedish massage and then get mad when I roll meatballs on your back.

Sitting on the middle seat of this flight and both my seatmates are reading my book over my shoulder. Should I just start reading it aloud?

Seems like it would be really tough being a girl named Molly at a rave.

No one comes off looking worse than the third party who was asked to interfere in a couple fight.

If you’re going to stare all night and not say hello, do you mind taking your fingers and squishing my head from across the room?

“Slipping in the shower and trying to hold on to the water jet…” Shall I tell you more about myself?

Unfortunately, I’m gonna have to cancel my appointment at a sperm bank. I will just call them and say I can’t come.

How do I gracefully leave this party early but also take the queso dip with me?

There’s nothing worse than being in public and you touch something that shouldn’t be sticky and it is.

I think nervous flatulence would be helpful if you were ever kidnapped.

I’m upstairs and the food is downstairs. Send help.

That moment when a zombie out for brains walks past you.

How do you react when you see someone you respect on an e-scooter?

Every room is a panic room if someone farts.

My apologies to your congregation. I totally misunderstood when you asked for missionary volunteers.

I’m just a girl standing in front of a cat who followed me to the bathroom.

Confession: If you’ve ever been in a revolving door with me, I was only pretending to push.

I’m never more unattractive than when a bee flies in my face.

I ain’t typing “X” into the URL bar, my wife is right behind me.

Me, seeing a man proposing to a woman in public: Hey, this guy bothering you?