Funny Status Messages and Tweets

   Does this rag smell like Chloroform?

   Great door signs: Gynecologist: Dr Jones at your cervix. Septic tank truck: Yesterday's meals on wheels. Plumber's office: We repair what ur husband fixed. Tire shop: Invite us to ur next blowout. Electrical shop: Let us remove ur shorts.

   Dance like the photo's not being tagged, Love like you've never been unfriended, Status Update like nobody's following.

   Walk a mile in my shoes... Then walk another mile... In fact, just keep the shoes and keep walking.

   This day would have started better if one of you had brought me coffee in bed.

   I wonder if anyone else feels like their life is a series of bloopers and outtakes.

   Probably the toughest time in anyone's life is when you have to murder a loved one because they're the devil.

   after watching the Maryland/Navy game, I have to say that I am a little concerned about national security. I mean, the armed forces should be able to strategize better than anyone, right?!?

   I dream of the day that I can put my true strengths on my resume and these skills be appreciated. "So I see here you're a bird's eye shot with a rubberband and can pluck a fly out of the air with your bare hands. You Sir, are what we called hired!"

   There's no sexual Carfax report. This seems like something we should be working on. It would take online dating to a whole new level.

   During a job interview, when I get asked what my weaknesses are, I always want to say "Beautiful blondes and whiskey."

   You know your friends are starting to mature when you wake up on a random couch after a crazy house party and there's no d!ck drawn on your face.

   My cat must have eaten an entire Reggae band, the darn thing keeps hoiking up dreadlocks!

   Asking a politician about their stance on an issue is like asking Justin Bieber about his sexuality. You're never going to get a straight answer.

   Before I know I'm in for a hellacious night of drinking, I try to plan a few common sense things out ahead of time, like a hotel or a DD or something like that. There's always one variable I forget, though - I'm an invincible moron when I'm drunk.

   When I'm texting with a girl I like and inviting her to join in my plans, I like to end the message with, "Want to come?" There's nothing like the inducement to get her to say yes.

   Why do people ask, "Do you have a cell phone?" You might as well be asking them if I have a pulse.

   No clean cereal bowls? Line a strainer with plastic wrap. Laziness is the father of invention.

   There is no regulation for the use of foul language in my office. You better f*cking believe I abuse the hell out of that sh*t.

   I triple-majored in college to give myself a range of options to explore and find career I'd love. Three working years later, I've narrowed down the options significantly: anything not involving those majors.