I’m never drinking again, unless something is going on later today.

Pasta is something I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of.

The first guy to clap after seeing something cool must have been like “what the hell am I doing?”

Caesar, looking shocked: “Is it bring your knife to work day or something?”

It’s time I admit something: Sometimes, when I say good night, I don’t actually go to bed right away.

Cars should come with a secondary smaller “sorry” horn for when you do something a lil silly by accident.

Old people be like “no elbows on the table, it’s rude” then say something racist.

I don’t flirt, I just say weird things and hope something sticks.

Menstruation is bizarre. It’s like something David Lynch would have came up with.

I bet doom scroll meant something way cooler in the middle ages.

There’s something fundamentally wrong with the way people interact with each other on LinkedIn.

I hate it when someone gives me a valid solution to my problem and I have to find something new to complain about.

Oligarchy sounds like something you dip your breadstick in at the olive garden.

I need something good to watch while I’m on my phone.

Old Spice doesn’t sound like something you wanna smell.

Grok just sounds like something that might try to eat me.

Doctors are always giving me Ibuprofen. Man, give me something I can sell.

If you’re reading a book in public, you better be on at least page 140 or something.

I don’t post for money or fame, I post because there’s something seriously wrong with me.