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.
Knock knock. Who's there? Chef. Chef who?
What do you call a helicopter with an ejection seat?
I asked the meteorologist why he seemed so emotionally distant lately. He said he'd been going through a lot.
Knock knock. Who's there? Closure. Closure who?
I asked my weather app how accurate it was. It said, 'We're right about 50% of the time.' I said, 'That's terrible!' It said, 'Yeah, but that's still better than your uncle who checks the sky and says, '
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