This too shall pass, but what the hell?

That one British friend that’s too bloke.

Going to look at the small picture for a while. Tired of seeing the big picture. Too much picture.

Why can’t I explore the dentist’s mouth too?

Never quit, unless it’s too hard.

I love being outside, just not when it’s too cold or too hot or too wet or too windy or if there are bugs.

You’re in her DMs, she’s in my bed whining that it’s too cold. Can you come get her?

Thinking of telling my extra weight that I love it so that it can leave me too.

I could never journal, I’d start lying in there too.

There are too many neglected emojis.

Me, as a therapist: “OMG, me too!”

It’s okay, wobbly chair, I’m unstable too.

Fundamentally, I understand chess, because I too would never let my king feel unsafe.

Not to brag, but no one has ever accused me of trying too hard.

People are too casual about the fact that parrots can talk.

Way too many low IQ conspiracy theories floating around. Give me high IQ conspiracy theories.

I try not to post too much, to give everyone else a better chance at being seen.

You’re never too old to become less of an idiot.

Odd people reviewing a dessert: It’s not too sweet which is what I like.

I just can’t watch football, there’s too much “penetration in the backfield” for me to not giggle like an immature maniac.