My friend’s mother was never a font of sympathy, but always the one to see beyond the darkness.
Upon learning about her daughter’s cancer diagnosis she said, “Well honey, at least you’ll lose some weight!”
Guy feels something on his back.
“Oh God, please let that be a rifle.”
“Nope. I’m just real happy to see you.”
You're overreacting.
Love is like a fart. If you have to force it, it's probably shit.
I congratulated my friend on losing all that baby weight. She started crying and told me I should make them for miscarriage like that......
Knock knock. Who's there? Crippling depression. Crippling depression who? Me.
What do you call a sad, depressed artist? Anything but "Cows of Woe".