I don't laugh out loud at comics a lot.
It's the worst feeling when you come home alone late at night and think the stranger sitting on your couch is a pile of clothes.
If you're 1 of the 3 girls in pics with a greaseball whose arms are around you at a club you lose at life. If you're the greaseball you win.
In school I was pretty quiet. Kinda shy until my junior year. But at home I was a freak.
Why do they call it the restroom? Is there anybody just resting in this room?
Ma'am, are you trying to molest me via drivethru?