The worst thing you can do when you notice your kids are playing nicely together is telling them that they’re playing nicely together.

Hey, I noticed you’re completely uninterested in me and couldn’t care whether I live or die. Would you like to build a life together?

I hate when flies rub their disgusting little hands together. What could you possibly be plotting? You can’t even get out of the open window.

Somebody needs to get my shit together.

Seeing my kids getting along, laughing, and peacefully playing together is the best minute of my day.

Stereotypes are like mass graves. They’re both offensive ways to lump groups of people together.

Just saw two identical twins out in public together. No disrespect to that lifestyle but please keep it private.

Only after moving in together do you realize your girlfriend’s little quirks. Mine, for example, stores vegetables in the beer compartment.

Whenever I get up my cat gets up too and then yells at me like it’s my fault she decided we have to do this together.

You can never really “own” earbuds. You just have to appreciate the time you had together.

I hate when an old man tries to friend me on Facebook and then I realize we went to high school together.

Handshakes should be banned. Touch our naked body parts together for all the world to see? Gross!

Nothing brings neighbors together like a few cops cars in front of another neighbor’s house that no one likes.

Socks teach us that being made for each other does not mean being together.

My boyfriend moved in with me straight from Hotel Mama. In a way, I’m now a single parent.

Can’t, trying to piece together today’s news from social media posts.

Nobody plays better together than siblings being told it’s bedtime.

Deeply unfair of people to assume I have my life together just because I’m boring.

I don’t mean to brag, but I put together a puzzle in 1 day and the box said 2-4 years.