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If it ain't Monday, it's got to be Tuesday, right? I swear, Tuesday is the forgotten middle child of the week. No one really hates it, but no one looks forward to it either. It's like the awkward cousin of Monday and Wednesday, just there, hanging out.
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You know, if it ain't broke, they say don't fix it. But what if it's just slightly malfunctioning? Are we supposed to live with a half-broken toaster forever? I mean, do I really need one side of my bread to be warmer than the other? It's like my toaster has a favorite.
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Ever notice how if it ain't your problem, everyone's got advice? You could be standing there with a flat tire, and suddenly everyone becomes a mechanic. "Oh, you just need to rotate the tires more often." Thanks, Captain Obvious, but I just need a spare right now.
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If it ain't your birthday, cake calories don't count. I don't make the rules; it's just the law of birthday physics. Suddenly, that extra slice of cake becomes a celebration of life, not an extra trip to the gym. So, who's got a birthday coming up?
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You ever look at your Wi-Fi password and think, "If it ain't broke, why do I need to change it every few months?" I swear, my Wi-Fi password changes more often than my socks. I'm starting to think the real secret is remembering which combination of pets and numbers I used last.
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You know, if it ain't your turn to drive on a road trip, you automatically become the expert navigator. Suddenly, you're the human GPS, and everyone in the car is counting on you. Sure, I can tell you which exit to take, but don't ask me to fold the map correctly.
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Have you noticed that if it ain't in the first five pages of Google search results, it might as well not exist? It's like Google is telling you, "Sorry, if it's not on the first page, it's not worth your time." Well, Google, some of us like to dig deeper. Not everything good is on page one!
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Have you ever tried to use someone else's computer and realized they have a different keyboard layout? If it ain't QWERTY, my typing skills are out the window. Suddenly, I'm hunting for the letters like I'm on a treasure hunt. "Where's the 'A' key? Oh, there it is, hiding next to the 'P'.
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If it ain't the weekend, my bed and I have an unspoken agreement – we don't have to see each other. It's like a long-distance relationship Monday through Friday. Come Saturday, though, we're inseparable. Sorry, bed, it's not you; it's my alarm clock's fault.
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