My Life Is Plagued By So Many Unfulfilled Wishes
I wish I could lift up really heavy objects with my bare hands.
I wish I could lift up really heavy objects with my bare hands.
I said, “So, is there anything else that I can offer you tonight?” and one of them just looked up at me and said, “Will you get lost? Can you please just get lost?”
You know what’s more American than homemade apple pie? Taking a freshly baked apple pie from some lady’s window.
You know what they say, when it rains, it pours.
Flying sucks, but what are you going to do?
I don’t know, I’m never been impressed with The Flash.
I hate it when you go out to a restaurant and all they have to drink is Coke, Diet Coke, and Sprite.
It wasn’t just about buying a vehicle, it was the independence that came along with it.
No sentence is more ripe with the potential to derail even the most relaxed and stress-free evening with your significant other than, “So, what do you want for dinner?”
I’d look back at the candy, at those sugar covered peach rings and Skittles and giant peanut looking pink gummy things, and I was like, “Sorry guys, my mom said no.”