The Bigfoot Ballet
I don't believe in Bigfoot; because he never believed in me.
I'd scan the crowd at my ballet recitals, and always see that one empty seat.
I don't believe in Bigfoot; because he never believed in me.
I'd scan the crowd at my ballet recitals, and always see that one empty seat.
Why did the spaghetti refuse to go to the party?
I spent three hours today carefully crafting the perfect caption, choosing the ideal filter, and finding just the right hashtags to post a photo of my lunch.
I asked my doctor why my knees pop, my back cracks, and my shoulders click every time I move. He said my body is just trying to communicate with me. I asked what it's saying.
I was very upset when my wife told me our son wasn't mine.
I spent all weekend watching tutorial videos, carefully measuring twice, and selecting the perfect tools before tackling my first home improvement project.
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