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Have you ever noticed how Mona has a superpower to always pick the slowest line at the grocery store? It's like she has a sixth sense for spotting the cashier who's training a snail on the side.
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Mona, the eternal multitasker. She can listen to you complain about your day while scrolling through social media, responding to emails, and planning her next vacation—all at the same time. It's like talking to a one-woman call center.
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Mona is the undisputed champion of leaving unread messages. You send her a novel-length text, and all you get is the cold, blue "read" receipt. It's like she's the gatekeeper of the digital library, silently judging your literary effort.
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Mona's idea of a wild Friday night is binge-watching documentaries about minimalism while surrounded by a mountain of untouched clothes and unread self-help books. She's achieving enlightenment, one cluttered living room at a time.
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You ever notice how every office has a "Mona" who mysteriously disappears during team-building activities? Like, "Where's Mona?" Oh, she's on a covert mission to avoid trust falls and awkward icebreakers.
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You know you're an adult when the highlight of your weekend is finally organizing that drawer you've been avoiding for months. It's like an archaeological dig, and you find things in there that make you question your life choices. "Oh, there's the charger I've been looking for since 2015. Thanks, Mona.
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Mona is the reason we have trust issues with potluck labels. You see a dish labeled "Mona's famous lasagna," and you're excited, only to discover it's a store-bought frozen lasagna she transferred into her own dish. Mona, you sly culinary artist.
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Mona is that person in the group chat who replies with just an emoji. You could pour your heart out, and she'd hit you with a thumbs up. Mona, are you expressing agreement or acknowledging my emotional breakdown?
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Mona is the unsung hero of potlucks. She brings store-bought cookies and proudly claims, "I made them from scratch... at the store." We appreciate your honesty, Mona, and the fact that you spared us from your culinary experiments.
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