Funny Status Messages

   It's bad enough I have to worry about people when I leave my house now I have to contend with Pokemon as well.

   Why I Hate Talking: I was trapped in a conversation about the pros & cons of sea salt vs land salt.

   Based on recent history of opening a Capri Sun, I don't feel like I'd be able to stab a zombie during the apocalypse.

   Sure I don't trust CNN or Fox News but this new website I never heard of with your radical views, I'll believe your legitimacy.

   Still trying to figure out how they can all afford to buy guns and bullets while on Food Stamps.

   ...... POKEMON GO!!!!!!! No Seriously ....... POKEMON GO!!! The world does not need any more Pokemon!

   Lady, I hope this doesn't surprise you but I am pretty sure your boobs go inside your shirt.

   Well if we really are what we eat ... apparently I am fast cheap and easy.

   OK, You're telling me you're not a slut ..... So ... Does that mean you are some kind of volunteer prostitute or something?

   If Republicans didn't insist on upholding their "Proud Tradition of Failure to do their JOB" ... Perhaps this country wouldn't be in such a sad state of affairs. They were elected to do one thing then proceeded to do another ..... SHEESH

   Yes it is true that women give us solace, But if it were not for women we would never need solace.

   Tip for Pokemon Go players. I just left a Squirtle and a Blastoise in the mall bathroom.

   Nintendo has gotten more kids off the couch in 2 days than Michelle Obama has in 8 years.

   I accidentally got my blow up doll pregnant. Related: I've got some balloons for sale.

   The FIRST Rule of Marriage Club is .... She's ALWAYS Right.

   I'm not worried about Werewolves, Vampires, Zombies or Haunted Hotels .... I'm worried about what real Human Beings will do to other Human Beings.

   obviously I'm against a baby fight club on a moral basis but in terms of humor... it's pure gold

   if you hitchhike make sure to use your thumb correctly or people might think you're just congratulating them on their excellent driving

   Ah, my youth: We sang praises to our processed meat products. Bologna had a first name. We all wished to be wieners. It was a gentler age.

   I may not be the brightest crayon in the tool shed but at least I'm great at analogies.