The Alarm Clock
My relationship with my alarm clock is complicated.
Every morning it tries to wake me up and I hit it. We keep going back and forth. It never gives up on me though, which is more than I can say for my gym membership.
My relationship with my alarm clock is complicated.
Every morning it tries to wake me up and I hit it. We keep going back and forth. It never gives up on me though, which is more than I can say for my gym membership.
Knock, knock. Who’s there? Committed. Committed who?
I tried to fix my sagging ceiling by nailing a giant piece of toast to the joists, but the whole thing collapsed anyway.
My friend asked me if I felt like I was getting older, so I told him I’m starting to feel like a rare, historical artifact.
Knock, knock. Who’s there? Passive voice. Passive voice who?
My smartphone is so incredibly advanced that it can translate ancient Greek in real-time and map the entire observable universe. Yet, the moment I walk into the kitchen to get a glass of water, it loses the Wi-Fi signal and acts like we've traveled back to 1994.
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