Same thing with you
I wasn’t actually saying words. I was just saying things.
I wasn’t actually saying words. I was just saying things.
See you in two trillion jiffies.
Maybe one of the docs was wildly experimental and gave him some sort of spider juice.
Clarity is not very clear, am I right?
It’s got to be a horse wind-up. Then it turns out to be a salmon.
Plants are way better than people.
Snakes aren’t real things. They’re made of jello, they have no bones, and I hate them.
I like having long nights full of sunshine.
I wish I were a seventy-year-old male so that I could fully appreciate us.
I don’t think you’re allowed to wear underwear in front of the children. They’re shorts. I’m European.
It’s only going to move if I move it. That’s what it means to be inanimate.
Maybe you and I together will be “a man.”
I don’t know if I’ve ever really given myself such a long and convoluted way of amusing myself, but holy shit do I amuse myself.
You have to come home and be handsome in front of us.
This guy reminds me a lot of you. Which is probably why you impressed the pants out of him. I mean, off of him. I don’t know where he keeps his pants.
So where’s this guy? He’s just getting off work. Okay, I don’t know where that is. He’s coming down the highway in a little bit. …
Are you puking vomit? Wait, yeah, that’s what you would be doing with vomit.
Is it an egg or a plant? That’s the real question.
I think you’re sleeping. I just think you’re really good at playing it off like you’re not.
I’m really good at quickly identifying secret buttholes.
It’s real. Bigfoot told me.
If anyone needs any help, I’m very good at dialing 9-1-1.
If thirteen people go see Jurassic World, do you know how much each raccoon has to spend?
He must be bald on top. He has a hat on.
Awww, did you think we left you forever? We did. We’re gone. This isn’t us.
It’s like a table Zamboni!
I wonder if they did this photo shoot onsite, in the center of the earth. Hmm. I wonder. That’s something to sit and think about in silence.
It doesn’t matter what spot you sit in, you’re still pregnant.
I like your ear hole.
Tell him we polled a random sampling. It tested well among the two of us.
Wait, so he’s being attacked by anglerfish?
You’re the only person I talk to about cults.
I do not throw my laundry on the floor. I throw it in the laundry bucket.
I’m excited, I’m just scared of sleeping.
That’s the worst, when all the snow melts and everything smells like poo.
You could lay down, but then you’d have to stop your anxious compulsions.
I don’t fuck around when it comes to money. Well, my own money.
Together, we are like one and a half humans.
Yep, she’s just very slowly bouncing a chipmunk.
Hey, I’m recovering from major surgery. Don’t make me kick you directly in the nuts.
We have merged. We are now one being. What do we want to watch tonight, us?
My ears were the same size as always. My head just got much fatter along with my body, now.
Do yoga pants count? They have the word “pants” in them . . .
Yes, excuse me, I would like to go to purple town?
Um, if you find out how March got here, you let me know.
What are you doing? Swinging my arms — what are you doing?
I don’t think my middle finger can reach the stink.
Leonardo DiCaprio doesn’t pay for handies.
Come on, science. Invent something.
I need an advent calendar for the whole year. You mean like…a normal calendar?
Life is what happens in between treats.
Time is weird.
Your eyelashes are glued onto the bottom of your face.
I have a bowl of genetically altered cornflakes every morning!
Fargo stole my money and murdered me, so I have to go home now.
I only wish I had a baby. That would be the best prop.
I have a Pavlovian response to handsome magic.
Is this where you get your isotopes? Cause it’s local?
Prove you’re not a robot. I’ll prove you’re not a robot…
I’ll take 10,000 of your longest words, please.
That’s the mentality. And by that I mean: the mental thought.
You can’t really butt-fuck a cigar.
I’m really good at finding stuff. So if you lose your purse or anything, I should be able to help.
How old are you? I’m a scientist.
You smell like dreams.
Man I gotta release these vowels.
Whoah. That’s a lot of big gulps.
Hair should not hurt when you move it.
Long time no see! Yeah, and this time I have clothes on.
Oh, shit, there’s humans.
If I’m gonna ruin your day, I’m gonna start way earlier.
Bird poop is definitely heavier than tomatoes.
I need to wash this sweatshirt. It smells like person.
I want to eat your feet! They look delicious.
I always say, the key to not looking suspicious is not looking suspicious.
You know, I noticed you had lost weight when I was wiping up your lap.
I want to bash everything over the head and drag it to my cave.
Well, dolls are just creepy. You know, when they look at you for a long time.
Clay Matthews like…bat-caved him!
He’s only happy when he’s being held or eating. Well, I guess so am I.
I’ve got my smart water for my dumb choices last night.
It’s like walking right into someone’s mouth.
I mean, I’m a nurse. So I don’t know much.
By the way, at first I thought that candle was a chicken of some sort.
It’s weird, what goes on here. I mean, sugar is a product of alcohol breaking down.
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All I think about is getting laid, and domain names.
I have some random stuff in my fanny pack.
I’ve taken a lot of medication, and all of it was legal. That’s a lie.
No — a Venn diagram isn’t a drink, it’s a diagram.
My undies were literally in a bunch.
I may or may not have opened your candy.
I want every single thing he put in his mouth. Plus, he’s a babe.
Honey is a byproduct of bees and flowers having sex.
Have you been touching things?
I was twins, but apparently I dominated that womb.
Oh, he loves dustballs. Sometimes I call him Dust Man.
Sometimes crazy arms are really effective.
I just got back from the bonecracker. At one point, he twisted my head clean off, and I was all “Dude, put my head back on!” and he was all “A...
I stepped in some goo. I have goo on my foot. I have goofoot.
I was three months pregnant with that urine.
This is the universe apologizing for the last three days.
I haven’t eaten lunch yet and my stomach just made a huge rumble.At least it wasn’t your uterus.
Not everything is possible.
I think there’s only so long clean laundry can sit out unfolded before it becomes dirty laundry.
I may be easy, but I’m not cheap.
Like I really wanted to stand there while some dorky old stranger measures my wife’s cervix opening with his fingers.
I wouldn’t hold it if I didn’t love it.
I’m OK with touching.
Is this humping? No, that’s butt-grinding.
My goal is to get an adult to run away from me.
Sitting around with Travis is always so much fun. And you always stay hydrated.
Wow. It’s only the 12th, and it’s already the 12th.
There sure is a lot of semen in this room.
I’ll give her my number. Your number. A number. Take a number.