Credit card chip inventor - Me, writing tweets
I'd tell you happy birthday, but to me, you've been dead for centuries
Elizabeth.
Steaks.
Pop
God: Like one second. Mortal: What is a million dollars like to you God: Like one penny. Mortal: Can I have a penny God: Just a second.
You have only one second to guess the answer. No pressure.
A No. 2 pencil.
Seymour Hare.
She was a trans-sister! I'm so sorry for wasting your precious mouse clicks on that god-awful joke
Stall
Now, I tweet them
Bear 1: You're adopted Bear 2: The cancer is terminal Bear 3: This tweet ain't funny