I love diss tracks because it’s basically two dudes going, “grr, we hate each other so much we’re going to take turns writing increasingly personalized poetry!”

I broke up with the gym. We were just not working out.

There’s a rhyming Italian expression for saying “take it or leave it” that goes “o mangi questa minestra o salti dalla finestra”. It means “either eat this soup or throw yourself out the window”.

30s: Oh look, a dance floor! 50s: Oh look, a couch!

Who really needs jetpacks, I want to be able to start over from my last save point.

Funny that all this nonsense just stayed in people’s heads before Twitter came along.

I wonder if it’s possible to swim from one end to the other in a pool filled with mashed potatoes.

Good news: I set an all time high today! Bad news: It’s my cholesterol.

Guy inventing jogging: how can I suffer, but with music?

German couples probably have less arguments because there’s an exact word for, “I’m fine, just annoyed you forgot the milk again”.

A driver that delivers Indian food is called a curryer.

I’m not athletic, but I’m good at jumping to conclusions.

I’ve realized about a third of my life is spent trying to ignore the fact that I have to pee.

My dog sets an impossible bar for how I should greet my wife when she comes home.

You’d seriously think I was wanted for murder by the way I react when someone knocks on the door.