In the 70s, we’d lose a kid or two every fall bobbing for apples. The community knew and accepted the risks.
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Them: You made your bed now lay in it
Me: Ok this is literally my favorite thing to do
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A gentle breeze blows through your hair as I remind you that you're not defined by your moderate to severe plaque psoriasis
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You don’t scare me, you’re not my kid trying to set the stove clock.
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Misery doesn't love company, misery loves unlimited pizza buffets.
Two consecutive times at fast food drive-thru’s I’ve been given an extra free item I didn’t order. I feel like a new X-Man who hasn’t yet figured out how my super power works.
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I wasn't peeking in your window, I thought we were watching TV together.
This time of year when I have to reset the microwave and stove clocks I can always picture nearly naked Cher singing on a battleship.
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What base is it when she says she wants to introduce you to her "panty oyster?"
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Maybe your baby is crying because he wants a big bowl of Bert's Chili from Waffle House.
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After Tuesday the people who make commercials will have to go back to dealing drugs
We always set our clocks back but never far enough back to accomplish anything useful like kill Baby Hitler.













