I’m at the perfect golf skill level. I’m a good enough hang to get invited to the outings, but bad enough that they say I can just ride around with them in the cart.
All of the sun, none of the rage. Only way I’ll turn red is if I forgot my sunscreen.
Every time I go to therapy I’m just getting over whatever I was going to talk about, and then whenever I leave something new happens that I’ll have to wait a week to talk about.
I feel bad when I’m on a date and she tells me about how hard her day was at her job and then asks about mine and I’m like, “uhmmm I might have figured out how to fix that bit about loofah’s!”
Went to a ball game with my buddies and we sat near a little kid. I think we can all agree in that situation you should watch your language, but man…the mouth on that kid.
Every time I get on my peloton my cats use the litter box and stink up the entire room. I think they hear the instructor yelling “push it!” And they’re like “if you say so.”
Just used one of those public restrooms where when the door is unlocked, it says “vacant” and when I locked it, the sign must change to “Try as hard as you can to get through this door!”
I'm too gullible for my own good. I had a woman tell me she wanted to fool around in the shower and I was like, well you should be careful because I'm a certified lifeguard and you could get really hurt.
Love when people take meetings loudly in a coffee shop, because whenever I’m out trying to enjoy my day I’m always like “ugh I wish I felt like I was at work though.”