If you really think about it, ketchup is kind of weird and gross. Tomato based sugary sauce slathered on everything.
So my advice is not to think about it ever. Just go about your life. Wake up, have French fries, go to sleep. Live your life. Don’t think about KETCHUP! EVER!
Me: Ok, bedtime. Go upstairs and brush your teeth and get ready for bed please.
My 7 year old: remember that time at dinner when I farted for a minute straight?
The kids’ rooms need a new coat of paint.
Me: What color they would you like?
“A picture of you with your shirt off on the ceiling.”
“Blood dripping down the walls with stars that symbolize the sacrifices that had to be made.”
Me: Um, how about a light green?
I look back fondly on my summer breaks. All the neighborhood kids and I would ride our bikes around, catch frogs, teach them how to speak, sew little outfits for them, make them get jobs, and use their earnings to buy ice cream.
Such an innocent time.
Just once in my life I’d like to walk into a room and have everyone applaud me for having single-handedly successfully saved earth by destroying an intergalactic alien death armada intent on enslaving humanity.
Just once.
I think a funny prank would be to wait until someone is laying quietly on a hammock, then sneak underneath and poke them with a sharp stick. When they fumble around and fall on the ground and see you under, say “wow, you’re really a klutz!”
“Look, I know you think one turtle dove is gonna be enough, but let me just tell ya, you’re gonna want two. They keep each other company. They squawk at each other. Trust me, you oughta get the two.”
-turtle dove salesman trying to upsell a customer
My love: “And if you’ll step this way, here we have 8 maids a milking.”
Me: “Uummmm… ok. That’s nice. Thank you-
“You don’t like it. I knew it”
“No, no it’s fine. I just wasn’t ex-“
“DO YOU KNOW HARD IT IS TO GET 8 COWS???!!!”