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Why did the bee break up with the flower? It found another blossom more attracted!
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Why did the romantic chef break up with the spaghetti? It was too attracted to meatballs!
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Why did the positive charge break up with the negative charge? It felt too attracted to drama!
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Why did the love letter break up with the Valentine's card? It was more attracted to the envelope!
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Why did the romantic computer break up? It was too attracted to viruses!
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Why did the positive charge and the negative charge break up? They were attracted at first but couldn't find a spark!
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Why did the smartphone break up with the charger? It found a more attractive connection!
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I'm attracted to the idea of meditation, but my mind treats it like a noisy rock concert. I'm really attracted to the idea of meditation, you know? But every time I try, my mind turns it into a noisy rock concert. It's like, Welcome to the stage: Anxieties and Random Thoughts! I can't even find my inner peace because it's drowned out by the mental mosh pit.
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I'm attracted to organization, but my desk has declared its independence from tidiness. I try to be attracted to organization, but my desk has declared its independence from tidiness. It's like my clutter has its own sovereignty, and any attempt to clean it just leads to rebellion. I'm convinced my pens have formed an alliance against order.
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I'm attracted to saving money, but online shopping has its own gravitational pull. I'm genuinely attracted to saving money, but online shopping has its own gravitational pull. It's like my bank account and I are in a constant tug-of-war, and let's just say my willpower is losing.
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Love is like a magnet; it's attracted to you, but it comes with a lot of weird metal shavings. Have you ever noticed that relationships are a lot like magnets? At first, you're all attracted to each other, but then you realize there's some serious magnetic interference, and suddenly you're stuck with a weird assortment of emotional shavings. It's like, I signed up for love, not a scrap metal art project!
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I'm attracted to fashion, but my wardrobe thinks 'laundry day chic' is a legitimate style. I have a keen attraction to fashion, but my wardrobe has its own unique sense of style. It's called laundry day chic. You know, when you're just rocking whatever's left in your closet because doing laundry is too much of a commitment.
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I'm attracted to success, but my bank account seems to have commitment issues. I'm really attracted to success, you know? But my bank account? It's like it's playing hard to get. I check it, and it's like, Oh, you thought you were gonna have money this month? That's cute. Maybe next time.
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I'm attracted to technology, but autocorrect seems to have a vendetta against my dignity. I'm attracted to technology, especially my phone's autocorrect. It's got a personal vendetta against my dignity. I send a message, and it's like, Oh, you wanted to sound intelligent? How about we change 'meeting' to 'moose taco'? Good luck recovering from that one.
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I'm so attracted to fitness, but my idea of a workout is just running late. They say I should be more attracted to fitness, but honestly, my idea of a workout is running late. I mean, have you ever tried catching a bus when you're already running on a caffeine deficit? It's like a marathon, but with more caffeine withdrawal shakes.
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I'm attracted to enlightenment, but my search for wisdom usually ends up on a dessert menu. I seek enlightenment, but my quest for wisdom often takes an unexpected turn... towards the dessert menu. It's like my inner Buddha has a sweet tooth, and nirvana is just another word for a perfectly crafted cheesecake.
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I tried being attracted to cooking, but the smoke alarm wasn't a fan of my culinary skills. I attempted to be attracted to cooking, but let's just say the smoke alarm wasn't a fan of my culinary skills. It's like having a tiny, judgmental audience in your kitchen. I swear, that smoke alarm has a more discerning palate than some food critics.
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