Stop Calling Me a Nepo Baby, I Worked My Buns Off to Become the Burger Crown Prince!
Sure, the door might have been slightly ajar, but I had to walk through it. And I drank all the milkshakes and yelled, “How do you like me now!”
A New York transplant living in Silicon Valley, Rob is a semi-retired software engineer and comedy writer/performer. His work has been published in Points and Case, Slackjaw, The Weekly Humorist, RobotButt and Chortle. Substack: https://robblock.substack.com
Sure, the door might have been slightly ajar, but I had to walk through it. And I drank all the milkshakes and yelled, “How do you like me now!”
When you read the option “Going down,” what was your reaction? ⚪ Turned on ⚪ Grossed out
Shaniqua is a life coach. When she asks, “What’s your destination?” she doesn’t mean on this trip; she’s talking about your life’s journey.
We’ve never sent a conspiracy theorist to the moon. That can’t be a coincidence.
My therapist diagnosed me with narcissistic personality disorder. That must have been the highlight of her week.
When my uncle died, we bought the casket from IKEA. The funeral took all weekend.
I don’t understand oat milk. I’ve never met an oat with tits.
I’m not saying I’m better than Jesus. But I have 13 followers, and he only had 12.