October 30, 2014
Me: I just had a plastic octopus arm shoved up my nose.
October 29, 2014
Me: A penis has a business end, and pleasure. But they’re both at the same end.
October 28, 2014
Seven-Year-Old: Does bread really turn into Jesus when I eat it?
Me: Absolutely not.
Seven-Year-Old: Because every time I eat toast, I feel funny.
October 27, 2014
Me: The journalism school does not have an apartment they use for killing people.
October 26, 2014
Seven-Year-Old: I’m dressed better for not getting beat up.
October 25, 2014
Wife: Ew! Stop sticking brains in my ear!
October 24, 2014
Wife: My blood butter is going to congeal.
October 23, 2014
Wife: He’s going to wake up one morning and be like, [sniffing noises]… “Theres’s beans somewhere inside a chair! What have you done, woman?”
October 22, 2014
Me: I keep our marriage fresh.
Wife: By doing self chiropractery on yourself with a stool in the kitchen?
October 21, 2014
Wife: What is that?
Ten-Year-Old: A shawl.
Me: Is it supposed to be crooked like that?
Wife: Isn’t that actually a skirt?