You know you’ve thought it, too…

More often than not, when someone is telling me a story, all I can think about is that I can’t wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that’s not only better, but also more directly involves me.

I don’t understand the purpose of the line, “I don’t need to drink to have fun.” Great, no one does. But why start a fire with flint and sticks when they’ve invented the lighter?

That’s enough, Nickelback.

I totally take back all those times I didn’t want to nap when I was younger.

Is it just me, or are 80% of the people in the “people you may know” feature on Facebook people that I do know, but I deliberately choose not to be friends with?

Do you remember when you were a kid playing Nintendo and it wouldn’t work? You’d take the cartridge out, blow in it, and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There were no search engines or message boards or FAQs. We just figured it out. Today’s kids are soft.

There is great need for a sarcasm font.

How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

I think part of a best friend’s job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.

The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a text.

A recent study has shown that playing beer pong contributes to the spread of mono and the flu. Yeah, if you suck at it.

I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.

Whenever someone says “I’m not book smart, but I’m street smart,” all I hear is “I’m not real smart, but I’m imaginary smart.”

I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent a dick from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers!

While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it…thanks Mario Kart.

MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.

Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.

Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.

I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t at least kind of tired.

Bad decisions make good stories.

Whenever I’m Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public, I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don’t mind if I do!

If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would probably just be completely invisible.

You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you’ve made up your mind that you just aren’t doing anything productive for the rest of the day.

“Do not machine wash or tumble dry” means “I will never wash this ever.”

I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There’s so much pressure. ‘I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren’t watching this. It’s only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?’

I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Dammit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What’d you do after I didn’t answer? Drop the phone and run away?

I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.

When I meet a new girl, I’m terrified of mentioning something she hasn’t already told me but that I have learned from some light internet stalking.

I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it’s on shuffle, then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.

As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.

It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.

I keep some people’s phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.

Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn’t know what do to with it.

I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.

I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than Kay.

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It’s not the US News and World Report’s list of the nation’s “best colleges,” nor is it the Princeton Review (which is bs anyway). It’s GQ magazine’s determination of the 25 douchiest colleges in America, described as “GQ’s first-ever guide to our nation’s Ivoriest Towers of douchery.”

The list includes a few Virginia schools, some Ivies, and even little old Rollins College, among a handful of state and private institutions. So even if your school didn’t make the top 25, you’ll definitely know someone who went to a top 25er. And you know what that means: it’s heckling time.

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This very scientific video proves that there is a direct relationship between creativity and the unemployment rate. Watch as the woodspider reacts to a number of variables in manners very similar to those of humans, and expect to be impressed by the near-National Geographic quality of this mini-documentary.

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If you want your guests and neighbors to believe you have personality, a doormat with some sass is a great way to trick them into thinking you’re interesting and complex. Being the serious journalist I am, I Google image searched “funny doormats” and have compiled a batch-o-mats that will make you l-o-l.

Without further ado, for your viewing pleasure: The cream of the doormat crop. Enjoy.

Before your guests even cross the thresh hold, establish your expectations (and yourself as a drunk):

Talk about southern hospitality. Let your guests know how much you truly care:

This is for those of us who can’t seem to stay out of trouble [read: jail]:

For the Shakespeare-loving dog lover:

Your doormat says it so you don’t have to:

The only problem with this mat is that assumes your guests are wearing underwear:

AH! At least it’s not the end your cat will be showing your guests while you’re trying to watch tv or have a conversation:

Um, yes you are:

A personal favorite:

If this doesn’t put your guests in a good mood, I don’t know what will:

I don’t recommend this mat for every occasion:

Computer nerds rejoice! A doormat just for you:

And another computer nerd-specific mat (FYI: 127.0.0.1 is the IP associated with your local host, or your home computer):

Nothing says “welcome to my home” like:

For the Jewish hillbillies out there:

And, last but not least, for the anti-social person’s dwelling:

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This Daily Show clip is an oldie but a goodie, in which an argument for Long Island’s secession is made. Check out these Long Island residents’ “expert” opinions; they”re classic.

Does anyone really care if Long Island becomes its own state? Heck, I say let it become its own country if it wants. All it produces are bagels and swoll tatted up Yankees, and let’s be real: We still have Einstein Bros. and New Jersey for those things.

How ‘bout the guy with the guns on his guns? Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow. Pure genius.

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