“I served Keystone Light at my party this weekend, and my guests thought it was because I was being cheap instead of ironic.”
“I’m considering not writing off my South By Southwest Trip on my taxes next year. I could really use the deduction, but I could use the indie cred even more.”
“I’ve spent the last six months sitting on my couch getting high and watching porn. Where’s my sitcom deal?”
“I have over 20,000 songs in my iTunes library. Why can I never find the one that exactly matches my mood of wistful melancholy?”
“I kept agonizing over whether to call last night’s get-together an anti-Oscar party or an un-Oscar party. It basically ended up as an Oscar un-party.”
“I’m having trouble finding a girl who fetishizes my ethnic group.”
“Every Thanksgiving, I spend hours lecturing my family about the virtues of a raw food diet. And every Thanksgiving, I get non-vegan animal cruelty for dinner.”
“I live in a gentrifying part of my city and the grocery store nearest my house only carries one type of organic yogurt: the fat-free kind. I want to buy the organic, cream on top, plain yogurt, NOT the organic, fat-free, vanilla yogurt!”
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“Just because of the happenstance of birth that gave me my race, gender, nationality and sexual preference, I’ve been cheated out of my fair share of oppression.”
“I was masturbating over a celebrity the other day and I wasn’t sure which one it was.”
“Six kids, and not one of them gay!”
“Okay, I know it’s in English, but seriously, no subtitle option on this DVD? I might as well be watching it on videotape, for Christ’s sake.”