The Universal Mark
We're all born with scars. from the moment we open our eyes and look at the world we are wounded, we all share that same mark...
Bellybuttons.
We're all born with scars. from the moment we open our eyes and look at the world we are wounded, we all share that same mark...
Bellybuttons.
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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