Honestly would not ever have predicted that there would come a time that I would get super depressed whenever someone mentions Grover Cleveland

When I die, I don't want to be slowly lowered into the ground. I want to be placed in a giant toaster and at the end of the eulogy, I pop out and drop directly into the grave.

Bees hone flowers, which makes them honey.

Wait, is the phrase “survival of the fittest?” I always thought it was “survival of the fish-est” and I couldn’t figure out why scrod aren’t in charge.