Shrinking cereal boxes frost my flakes
The price goes up while the amount inside shrinks faster than Grandpa Grumpy’s patience.
The price goes up while the amount inside shrinks faster than Grandpa Grumpy’s patience.
Daylight Savings Time is the only issue that unites all Americans in common hatred of something other than politicians themselves.
Apparently my website is impossible to find, which is impressive considering these idiots found it just fine.
Apparently, we’re supposed to choose leaders based on who can clutter the most intersections.
Shouldn’t traffic lights actually control traffic rather than test your patience?
It’s irritating whenever those “life-saving devices” turn into sleep-destroying torture machines the second their battery gets low.
We used to say grace before meals. Now people say, “Hold on, I need content.”
At this point, the mailbox isn’t for communication. It’s just a holding area for tomorrow’s trash.
Why does checking the mailbox feel like opening a daily delivery of nonsense?
Why is it so hard for people to return a shopping cart?