[coming out of my bunker after the apocalypse happened]
friend: holly shit. everything is gone
me: i’m gonna try out for the nba
friend: what
me: i think i can make it now. do u think they’re still doin it
1950s guy who just had six martinis for lunch, getting back into his cadillac: i wonder what my bitch wife is making for dinner
housewife, completely zoomed out on lithium: [encasing a whole ham in jell-o]