Social Skit Enthusiast Mugs

"How was your weekend?"

'And if you look to your left between the condos and the ABD store, you can see the ocean.'

"You know, there are other emojis."

"Brian's fine. He`s got his own coping mechanism."

A small number of people are afraid of heights, but there is an epidemic fear of widths.

'Of course the Johnsons got the big cloud.'

"At lease we managed to stop the leak before the water reached 'E' Deck."

"I prefer 'prostitute'. 'Media whore' implies that I'm not getting paid."

Paging for a Doctor

The Vicar 's Invitation to Dinner.

"Only three hundred and sixty-seven followers? Maria's not an asset to the abbey."

"I always wondered who got my transplant."

'Oh no! The sharp elbowed middle class!'

'I believe in the free enterprise system. I haven't paid for anything in the past 27 years...'

'Hey, you could get arrested for doing stuff like... Oh, you ARE getting arrested.'

'I'll have the Chairman-of-the-board Lunch, and Dexter here will have the Sissy's Salad.'

'I wonder if you'd go out with me. I've always wanted to go to couples therapy.'

Autopsy Room / a banana autopsy room.

"You have to get up early tomorrow, too? We have so much in common!"

'Sorry, I only drink still wines. I don't have the patience to wait for bubbles to pop.'

Joe Hundredaire

"Are you V.A.T. registered..?"

"But how many followers do you have?"

'Sorry I can't pay your pension until I see gray hair. . . Oh yes, and you also get disability.'

"If 'Slothra' takes any longer climbing to the top I'll have to land and refuel again."

'Say, you've been working out!' A Weiner dog bites mail carrier on the butt.

"Worm puree? No, it seems the old lady was sh*tfaced again last night!"

'He was too chatty. I don't like small talk. Too much gibber, not enough jabber.'

Meet Larry; tenor, baritone, philosopher, social commentator, sport analyst, political expert, relationship expert … and A+ certified plumber.

"Well, it's only one glass after dinner darling!"

Street person selling bricks from wall he's leaning on.

'Uh oh. Wax moths! There goes the neighborhood.'

"I don’t remember there being a tip jar the last time we were here."

'The peasants aren't so bad, Son -- it's the bourgeoisie that's so darn judgmental!'