jaymaybaby:

janers:

jaymaybaby:

saharsblog:

jaymaybaby:

HAHA, this.

Hey wait a second, I thought the microchips were embedded in our arm?

Oh, yeah the one in your arm is for your cellphone. So no one can call or text you anymore.

No, the one in your arm is the one that guarantees that the garage door opens and that Google will show your house on Google Earth.

OH SHIT. Where’s the one the one for your phone?!

I think it’s in the nose, but it could be the one in your leg…it would make more sense if it was in the nose, but maybe that’s just for people who always end up with good reception.

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Janet Morris

I'm from Huntsville, Alabama. I've got as many college credits as a doctorate candidate, and the GPA of some of them, too. I have a boss by the name of Amy Pond. She's a dachshund. My parents both grew up in Alabama.