The USA is having so many disasters and tragedies, you’d almost think it was built on thousands of ancient Indian burial grounds.

I was walking near a construction site today and heard the foreman yell, “You’re doing a good job!” I know that was meant for me.

I hate it when some random company refers to me as their “customer.” I’m like, look, we had one night of drunken shopping, we are not in a relationship.

I don’t want to stand, Apple Watch. You stand.

My employer is totally caring. They pay so poorly that I can’t afford to have an alcohol or drug problem.

I’m not fat. I’m just easy to see.

We have decided to sell the house. How long do you think it will take for our landlord to find out?

I grew up in a poor family. We didn’t have much, but we had each other. And that was the worst part.

Humidity is great because then people think it’s not my fault that my hair looks like this.

My life would be pointless without cheese. Or as the famous song goes: “Ain’t no sunshine when cheese gone!”

It’s cute when kids say what they want to be when they grow up. You’re gonna write emails on the computer, buddy.

I don’t know how to mop my kitchen floor without pretending l’m cleaning up a gruesome crime scene.

Having leftover pizza for breakfast is an actual blessing.

Isn’t it weird that we have one hand that knows how to do everything and then one hand that just sits there like ‘I don’t know how to hold a pencil.’

The woman that cleaned my house could make a lot of money by threatening to release the before and after photos.