I’m sorry. It’s me, not you. We’re just…grammatically incompatible.
I’m sorry. It’s me, not you. We’re just…grammatically incompatible.
A guy walked into a bar. The bartender asked, “What’ll it be?” The guy replied, “One beer, please.”
My connection is slow. Who’s using all the internet?!
I could really go for some double entendre a la mode.
If you’re not reading The Good Thief’s Guide series, you need to be.
My PhD proving I’m a real doctor: http://sdrv.ms/IZt1AQ
Somebody has really been thinking over at our library.
I love my library. I just checked out an ebook, and I’m reading it on my TouchPad on the Kindle app.
It’s me or the mog.
I shouldn’t have looked at the free section of Craigslist. I want to go get every one of those free animals.
I need ketchup.
There once was a poem about oranges
That…crap, what on Earth rhymes with oranges?
There was a young man from Peru
Whose limericks all stopped at line two
An Irishman walks past a bar.
Sometimes you can’t hear me. It’s because sometimes I’m in parentheses. -Steven Wright
