Forget Trump - Funny Status Messages that are not about Trump

   I hope all that racket in Egypt doesn't wake Imhotep again. I don't think I could take another lame Mummy movie.

   going to be wearing an armor plated vest just in case Cupid gets any ideas.

   So if gasoline is based on supply and demand and a third of the Nation has been crippled by this winter storm, doesn't it only make sense that gas goes down in price for at least a few days?

   In Punxsutawney for breakfast trying to figure out what the mystery meat next to the pancakes is?

   Maybe if tmobile spent less time on attack commercials, and more time creating phones, and providing a good signal their company would suck a little less. iPhone is still the best!

   Everybody in Chicago is moaning about the snow. Um it is winter and it is Chicago, what dou you expect? Sunshine and lollipops?

   My Valentines Date was arrested for biting her self and pushing her self down a flight of stairs... :( I need a replacement. :\

   Man I wanna throw a book at someone face and be like "I Facebooked you!" Lol

   That awkward moment when someone sits in your seat

   That mini-heart attack when you miss one step at the stairs.

   why is it that when you bump heads only 1 of you feel the pain

   should probably get my daily dose of calcium.. white russians it is

   At the risk of being unfollowed, I expelled enough gas at Starbucks today to fill a Trenta.

   I'm going to smile and make you think I'm happy, I'm going to laugh, so you don't see me cry, I'm going to let you go in style, and even if it kills me - I'm going to smile.!

   As I let go of my feelings of guilt, I can get in touch with my Inner Sociopath.

   I no longer need to punish, deceive or compromise myself. Unless, of course, I want to stay employed.

   Sometimes I like to masturbate big words into my sentences, even if I don't know what they mean..

   I had a fight with my shoelaces this morning. It ended up in a tie.

   no wonder gangsters pants hang so low there so full of sh*t

   Quite certain that my cat, as he lies here “purring” beside me, is plotting ways to kill me in my sleep. Or at least a clever plot that will ultimately end up in me finding a turd in my shoe in the morning.