I wish my Fitbit could track all the steps I’ve taken trying to find where I put it.

I’m officially at the age where I’m not upgrading my phone until it stops working.

No longer chasing dreams. If they want me, they know where I nap.

I’m at the age where using the wrong pillow makes you feel like you broke your neck.

It’s that time of year where every jacket you choose is wrong.

And where did Mr. Pepper receive his degree from exactly?

I’m so high at Home Depot right now, and I have to ask where the hose at. And I know I’mma laugh when I do.

Where do we acquire the ducks that we’re supposed to be putting in a row?

Dating scene and the job market are the same right now, just stay where you are.

Home is where you trust the toilet seats.

I’ve reached a point in my life where if I can’t find parking, I’m just going to go home.

Who is this Rorschach guy and where did he get all the pictures of my parents fighting?

How is rent for 28 days the same amount as for 31 days? Where is my change?

Don’t worry. You’re exactly where you should be in life. Because you’ve made horrible choices.

Don’t forget to look directly into the sun for at least 10 minutes per day because that’s where all the vitamins are.

My favorite type of gender reveal is the one where they just tell me and I don’t have to go to a party to find out.

I’m at that age where someone can call me the wrong name and I’m just like “whatever, I’ll be Dan for a minute”.

My favorite recipe is the one where I pick up the phone and order food.

I’m officially at the age where I understand why my parents never wanted to go anywhere after work.

I have good problem solving skills, but my problem creating skills are where I really shine.

A dating app called Unhinged where you agree to meet up and fight each other.

I need a horror movie where a kidnapper abducts a possessed child and finds out.

I keep forgetting i’m at the age where people will tell me they’re pregnant and my reaction is supposed to be positive.

Does anyone know where I can get my shit together?

My ex had this fetish where he would dress up in his own clothes and act like an idiot.

Twitter is like a mental hospital where everyone thinks they are the only sane person and everyone else is crazy.

Welcome to Twitter, where everyone is an expert on everything.

What is that job called where you put the little stickers on fruit? I think I would be good at that.

Welcome to the internet, where people are confidently wrong all the time.

Twitter is basically a psychiatric ward where all the patients diagnose each other.