Fuck The Sun!
Zoe: Fuck the sun in the face!
Ben: Ow! I'm imagining fucking the sun now, and that hurts. Nine out of ten times I lose my penis.
Zoe: Nine out of ten? What about the tenth time? What happens then?
Ben: I dunno, maybe the sun turns into a black hole or something. Wait that's not how phsyics works...and that sounds increasingly suss now that I think about it.
Getting on the bus.
Jess: Let's take this seat. Lots of room for your long limber legs.
Ben: Awesome alliteration.
Another classic TWSS
Walking into a supermarket.
Jess: We're going in the wrong end aren't we?
Me: That's what she said!
Da da da da da
Zoe: Can you pass me that cup over there?
Ben: Huh? What do I look like? Inspector Gadget?
My Arranged Marriage To An Arrogant Vampire Prince…Just Fantastic– The amazingly awful title of a story on Wattpad (but please don’t try and find it, because you will be supporting it and things like it).
Me: Why are you watching ads? Don't you get enough on TV at home?
Zoe: These are superbowl ads, they are different!
I’m so glad I bought these sunglasses today…I mean earrings. Ear...– Erin
Zoe: It's a unisex bag.
Ben: Unisex my arse...hang on.