Cop: ma’am i pulled you over because you were tailgating me
Me: okay first of all, if you didn’t want me tailgating you maybe you shouldn’t have a dog in the car
Him: I'm leaving you
Me: is it because I constantly misquote Shakespeare?
Him: you compared me to a Summer's Eve™...
Me: parting is such sweet and sour :(
Realtor: this house is cursed
Me: *scared of the supernatural* oh no
Realtor: WITH AN EXTREMLY REASONABLE MARKET PRICE
Me: oh ok
Realtor: on account of the bleeding walls and ritual sacrifices
Me: Oh No
how to write a romance novel:
He gazed at her lustily. He adjusted his hat lustily. She sat down lustily. She ate three Doritos Locos tacos and a baja chalupa lustily.
Her: what's your earliest memory?
Me: I could barely walk, stumbling to my parents bedroom in the middle of the night because I was sick, and feeling so safe in my mom's arms
Her: *hates that we live with my parents* that was last night you drunk piece of shit
gazing wistfully out the window, she recalled fondly the days when the whole club was looking at her. gone were the apple bottom jeans and boots with the fur, replaced by a pantsuit and sensible flats. she sighed and hit the stock exchange's trading floor. shawty was low low low