I inherited an EpiPen from my grandfather. He wanted me to get it. That was his dying wish.
Weird, I know, I’m not even allergic.
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I inherited an EpiPen from my grandfather. He wanted me to get it. That was his dying wish.
Weird, I know, I’m not even allergic.
Growing up, my mom would never hit me or my brother.
When I asked her why, she said, “Because your dad was better at it.”
Two slices of bread got married.
The wedding was amazing, until someone decided to toast the bride and groom.
I’m going to get a dog and name it MyRack. Then I can walk around the neighborhood yelling, “Has anyone seen MyRack?” and see which guys dare to answer.
When people call me a “fucking idiot,” I consider it a compliment. After all, it’s my life’s ambition to do nothing but fuck like an idiot all day long.
In my will, I’ve stated that I want my coffin to be made of aluminum foil and my body to be dipped in caramel and chocolate. I know that if I were someday reincarnated as a worm, I would appreciate it if someone had thought of that.
I think I got ripped off.
I just paid $15 for the “Where’s Waldo” audio book.
Did you guys hear about the worldwide sting operation on people who mix drinks?
Many of them are behind bars right now.
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