Why is there an ice pick in all of these horror movies? What is this, 1890? Do they have a block of ice delivered to their door by a horse-drawn wagon every week?
Marriage is just my wife trying to find new places to hide dryer sheets in my clothes.
If done correctly, she is able to delay the escape of the sheet to the exact time of my most socially vulnerable moments.
People always give me shit for eating groceries in the store before paying for them.
“Hey, you gotta pay first!”
“Hey, you don’t own that yet!”
“Hey, you gotta cook that chicken first!”
Y’all need to mind your own business.