You can’t tell me you don’t think kinda mean things when you see an adult plug their nose when they jump in the lake

You can’t tell me the impending release of Ted Lasso season 2 doesn’t have me stretching so I don’t split a side or tear a tear duct

You can’t tell me Turner & Hooch needed a reboot

You can’t tell me why it’s called the neck of the woods

We gotta stop talking so much about 12.5% of people throwing tantrums. Some people don’t like Lyle Lovett, that harms us all too, but mostly them. We’re doing great. Getting safer and safer, never gonna be perfect. Check out “Isn’t That So” off his 2012 album Release Me.

You can’t tell me trying to explain to a 5 year old why more than one goose is geese but more than one moose is just moose doesn’t lead to confusion (and giggles). Also, proposing that more than one octopus should be octopeese.

You can’t tell me you knew the G-spot is named after physician Ernst Gräfenberg and wow I can’t unknow that now #thoughtitwasgoodspot

You can’t tell me the craziest part about Ikea isn’t the fact that they sell you stuff that’s totally not finished. Like not even close. Here you go. Your turn.

You can’t tell me you still think I am ever meaning to type ‘ducking’, autocorrect

You can’t tell me watching Paul McCartney mumble non-sensical lyrics while he’s figuring out the rhythm to what will eventually become “Get Back” isn’t one of the most inspiring things to see as a songwriter. If you’ve ever wondered what writing a song is like, it’s like that.

You can’t tell me anything is sacred anymore. What a stab in the eye.

You can’t tell me it doesn’t seem like my 5 year old is naming the players in NCAA football games: Storm Duck, Boobie Curry, Demon Clowney, Kneeland Hibbitt, Slade Bolden — & one of the games is the Tropical Smoothie Café Frisco Bowl. I feel like I’m drinking rainbows.

You can’t tell me with all of the subscription services I pay for that I shouldn’t be able to watch Die Hard 2 whenever the hell I want. Yet still, I rent.

You can’t tell me you knew the Beatles were all in their 20s when they filmed Get Back. George was 25 fer chrissakes.

You can’t tell me human feet were made for ski boots.

You can’t tell me I haven’t been pronouncing ‘lackadaisical’ more like ‘laxidaisical’ my entire life and probably won’t change now

You can’t tell me there’s one good trombone solo in popular music (ska doesn’t count because ska sucks clams)

You can’t tell me we talk about Bruno

You can’t tell me poned is the way to say on time but what’s up with postponed?

You can’t tell me a person riding a tandem bike solo isn’t one of the loneliest things I’ve ever witnessed