If I was a bird, I know who I’d shit on.
It’s called karma, and it’s pronounced Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha.
Karma bus delayed due to high demand. No worries. It’s coming.
Dear karma, I have a list of people you missed.
Dear karma, please be punctual.
Karma has no problem getting back in touch with you when need be.
I believe in karma. That means I can do bad things to people all day long and I assume they deserve it.
My dream job would be driving the karma bus.
Karma never loses an address.
I’m going to sit back and laugh when karma punches you in the face.
Karma’s just sharpening her nails and finishing her drink. She says, she’ll be with you shortly.
Karma has no menu. You get served what you deserve.
When karma comes back to punch you in the face, I wanna be there just in case it needs help.
Karma is when you throw a banana in Mario Kart and you end up slipping on it.
Revenge? Naaah…I’m too lazy. I’m gonna sit here and let karma f*ck you up.
Be careful how you treat people. What you do to others has a funny way of coming back on you.
Some nights you drink tea, some nights you drink whiskey.
I feel like girls who drink whisky tell good stories.
It seems to me, that love could be labeled poison and we’d drink it anyways.
I don’t drink and drive. I could live with killing myself but I couldn’t live with killing someone else.
