I grew up thinking I would slay dragons for her, I would brave volcanos and carry her across mud puddles. Instead, I hold her purse and tolerate conversations about golf with her work friends. This is worse.
My kid: who ate my chips?
Me: Houdini
Kid: a magician who died almost a century ago walked into our house and ate my chips?
*lowering my eyes* Me: No, he's just an Escape GOAT
My wife let me check her purse for cash, and I found the other half of the cobb salad she had for lunch. It was not the fistful of green I was looking for
If a friend starts dating someone that you don't like, and you are forced to give your opinion, you have 3 choices:
1. Say that they are your new bff
2. Frame them for murder
3. Leave the country, live under an assumed name
Concerning if Literal:
Alice in Chains (let her go)
Bowling for Soup - (for gosh sake, just feed them)
Probably Fine:
Rage against the Machine (pretty sure It's about a printer)
Foo Fighters (didn't realize Foo's were a problem, thanks for your service)