Sharing

Isn't it odd that everyone assumes the goo in soap dispensers is soap? I like to fill mine with mustard, just to teach people a lesson in trust.

Some people share their feelings. I share memes and hope you understand the assignment.

I believe in sharing equally, which is why I ate my half and half of yours.

I'm great at sharing, as long as it's advice nobody asked for.

I'd share my umbrella with you, but it turns out I only care about staying dry, personally.

Sharing is caring, unless it's the last slice of pizza, in which case, good luck.

Sharing a room taught me one thing: personal space is a myth invented by people without siblings.

My idea of sharing is telling you about the thing I did, in great detail, twice.

Sibling rule number one: if I can't have it, technically neither can you.

I'll share my Netflix password with you the day I trust you with my firstborn, so basically never.

Sharing a blanket is a beautiful gesture until someone wakes up wrapped like a burrito and you're just cold.

Nothing says 'we're close' like sharing a single charger cable and fighting over it daily.