Today I decided to visit my childhood home. I asked the residents if I could come inside because I was feeling nostalgic, but they refused and slammed the door in my face.
My parents are the worst.
Musings from Singapore
Today I decided to visit my childhood home. I asked the residents if I could come inside because I was feeling nostalgic, but they refused and slammed the door in my face.
My parents are the worst.
I was stuck on a crossword puzzle, so I asked my wife for help.
Me: “Can you help me with this crossword clue – ‘overworked postman’?”
Her: “Sure, how many letters?”
Me: “Probably too many.”
I’m done being a people pleaser.
I hope everyone’s okay with that?
The umbrella was originally supposed to be called a “brella.”
Its inventor just happened to hesitate a little bit.
As I suspected, someone has been adding soil to my garden.
The plot thickens.
India is a very peaceful country.
That’s because over there, nobody ever has any beef.
A gang of cutlery users have turned every silent K in the world into an audible K.
Those kniving bastards.
I hate when my mum gets mad at me for being lazy.
I mean, I didn’t do anything.
My wife asked me whether I experimented with sex and drugs during my teens.
I replied: “Yes, but I was part of the control group.”
I don’t mean to brag, but I defeated the local chess champion yesterday in less than five moves.
Finally, I’m getting some tangible returns on my weekend karate classes.
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