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A man is sent to prison for the first time. At night, the lights in the cell block are turned off, and his cellmate goes over to the bars and yells, “Number twelve!” The whole cell block breaks out laughing. A few minutes later, somebody else in the cell block yells, “Number four!” Again, the whole cell block breaks out laughing.

The new guy asks his cellmate what’s going on. “Well,” says the older prisoner, “we’ve all been in this prison for so long. We all know the same jokes.

So we just yell out the number instead of saying the whole joke.”

So the new guy walks up to the bars and yells, “Number twenty-nine!” This time the whole cell block rocks with the loudest laughter, prisoners rolling on the floor laughing hysterically. When the guffaws die down, the bewildered new guy turns to the older prisoner and asks, “How come you guys were laughing so hard this time?”

“Oh,” says the older man wiping tears from his eyes, “we’d never heard that one before.”

One night there were three female fugitives escaping from jail. One was blonde, one was brunette and the other was a redhead.

They had the police hot on their trail and, quickly thinking the brunette points out an old, abandoned factory perfect for hiding in. When all three were inside the redhead, quickly thinking said they should all hide in old potato sacks in the corner as they could hear the police approaching the factory. They all got in their little potato sacks and barely a minute later the police came crashing through the door.

They looked at the sacks and said: ‘Hmm maybe they are hiding in these.’

The officer kicks the red-head’s sack and she makes whimpering noises. ‘Hmm just puppies in that sack’

The officer kicks the brunette’s sack and she makes mewing noises. ‘Hmm just kittens in that sack’ He says.

He finally kicks the blonde’s sack and she screams: ‘POTATOES! POTATOES!’

A mom texts, “Hi Son, what does IDK, LY, & TTYL mean?” He texts back,
“I Don’t Know, Love You, & Talk To You Later.”

The mom texts him, “It’s ok, don’t worry about it. I’ll ask your sister, love you too.”

The father is telling his son stories to help him sleep.

The only sound is the murmur of dad’s voice. Two hours pass, and there’s silence in the room. The mother creeps to the door and whispers, “Is he asleep, dear?”

“Yes, Mommy,” says her son.

“I thought I told you to keep an eye on your cousin,” the mother said. “Where is he?”
“Well,” her son replied thoughtfully, “if he knows as much about canoeing as he thinks he does, he’s out canoeing. If he knows as little as I think he does, he’s out swimming.”

A dentist told a mother,
“I’m sorry madam, but I’ll have to charge you a $100 for pulling your boy’s tooth.”

The mother exclaimed, “A $100!

You said it was only $20!”

“Yes,” replied the dentist, “but he yelled so loudly that he scared four other patients out of the office!”

A man is bragging about his new hearing aid. “It’s the best I’ve ever had,” he says. “It cost $3,000.”

His friend asks, “What kind is it?”

He says, “Half past four!”

Visiting the modern art museum, a lady turned to an attendant standing nearby.

“This,” she said, “I suppose, is one of those hideous representations you call modern art?”

“No, Madam,” replied the attendant. “That one’s called a mirror.”

A central banker walks into a pizzeria to order a pizza. When the pizza is done, he goes up to the counter get it.

There a clerk asks him: “Should I cut it into six pieces or eight pieces?”

The central banker replies: “I’m feeling rather hungry right now. You’d better cut it into eight pieces.”

I stopped at a fast-food restaurant recently. I was fascinated by a sign which offered Fat-Free French Fries.

I decided to give them a try. I was dismayed when the clerk pulled a basket of fries from the fryer, which was dripping with fat. He filled a bag with these fries and put them in my order.

“Just a minute!” I said. “Those aren’t fat-free.”

“Yes, they are. We only charge for the potatoes .

. . the fat is free!”

Tim: I wish I had the money to buy an elephant.

Tom: What do you want with an elephant? Tim: Nothing, I just want the money. A guy shows up late for work.

The boss yells, “You should’ve been here at 8.30!”

He replies, “Why? What happened at 8.30?”

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The memory of that day remains painfully vivid in my mind, even after twenty years. I was five years old, standing on Grandma Rose’s front porch, clutching my stuffed bunny so tightly my fingers hurt. My mom knelt down in front of me, her mascara streaked in black lines down her cheeks as she tried to explain why she had to leave.

“Sweetie, Mark doesn’t want children in his new home,” she said, her voice trembling. “But I love you very much. This is just… the best thing for everyone right now.”

At the time, I didn’t understand much.

Mark—her new husband—had entered our lives a few years after my dad passed away. Even as a child, I could sense that he didn’t like me. But what I couldn’t comprehend was why we were standing on my grandmother’s porch—my dad’s mother—on a day that felt so final.

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I squeezed my bunny tighter as my mom kissed my forehead. Her flowery perfume lingered in the air long after she walked back to her car. That was the moment it hit me—she was leaving me.

For good. “Mommy, please don’t go!” I cried out, but she never turned around. The sound of her car faded down the street, leaving me alone with my tears.

Behind me, the screen door creaked open. “Oh, my word! She couldn’t even ring the doorbell?” Grandma Rose muttered, scanning the street with her hands planted on her waist.

When her eyes landed on me, her expression softened instantly. She rushed forward and wrapped her arms around my shaking body. “Oh, sweetheart,” she whispered gently.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. You’re staying with me for a while.”

I buried my face into her soft cardigan, sobbing uncontrollably. Even through my confusion, I understood one thing clearly: my mother had abandoned me.

That night, Grandma tucked me into the guest room, which would become my bedroom for the next fifteen years. She read stories to me until I finally fell asleep, completely exhausted from crying. As weeks turned into months, Grandma Rose became my entire world.

She walked me to school every morning and never missed a single school play, always sitting proudly in the front row. Her house constantly smelled of home-cooked meals, and she listened attentively as I talked about my classes and friends during dinner. But no matter how safe I felt with her, I still missed my mom.

In secret, I began drawing pictures of her. In my childish sketches, we were always together and happy—Mom pushing me on a swing, Mom hosting tea parties with me, Mom braiding my hair. I kept these drawings hidden in a shoebox under my bed, adding new ones whenever the ache in my chest became unbearable.

“Your mom loves you in her own way,” Grandma would say whenever I asked about her. “But sometimes people don’t know how to show love properly.”

Years passed. Grandma’s brown hair slowly turned gray, then nearly white.

I graduated from high school, then college, found a job in marketing, and eventually moved into my own apartment in the city. Through every milestone, Grandma remained my anchor—my rock. Then, last year, everything fell apart.

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The call came on a Tuesday evening while I was working on a presentation. Grandma had suffered a massive heart attack. By the time I reached the hospital, she was gone.

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I barely remember the funeral. One of Grandma’s friends organized everything while I drifted through it all in a daze. The weeks that followed felt hollow.

I moved through my apartment like a ghost, constantly reaching for my phone to call Grandma—only to remember I couldn’t anymore. Then, one rainy afternoon, there was a knock at my door. I wasn’t expecting anyone, but I forced myself up and opened it.

Standing there was my mother. Twenty years had changed her, but I recognized her instantly. Her hair was carefully styled, her clothes expensive and designer—nothing like the simple dresses I remembered.

But her eyes were the same deep brown as mine. “Alexa,” she said softly. “It’s so amazing to see you.

I… I heard about your grandma. I’m so sorry I couldn’t go to the funeral.”

I stood frozen, words failing me as a wave of emotions crashed over me. “Can I come in?” she asked.

“I know I don’t deserve it, but I’d like to explain.”

My heart screamed no. But that little five-year-old girl—the one who spent years drawing pictures of her missing mother—whispered yes. I stepped aside.

Now calling herself Evelyn, she sat on my couch and told me her story. Her marriage to Mark had ended after five years, she said. She claimed she’d regretted leaving me every single day but had been too ashamed to come back.

“I know I can’t make up for lost time,” she said, wiping her eyes. “But I miss you so much. When I heard about Rose, I realized life is too short for regrets.

Please, give me a chance to be your mother again.”

I wanted to believe her. So I did something Grandma Rose would have cautioned against—I let her back into my life. At first, everything seemed perfect.

She called often, took me out to lunch, asked about my job and friends. She cried when I showed her old photos of Grandma and me. “I wish I’d had time to ask for her forgiveness, too,” she said.

“She did me a huge favor by raising you after losing her own son.”

But something felt wrong. She was constantly on her phone, taking photos of us together—photos she never shared with me. Whenever I asked about her life after Mark, she dodged the question.

One night, while she was in the bathroom, her phone buzzed on the table. The message preview read: “Can’t wait to meet your daughter…”

It was from someone named Richard. My hands shook as I unlocked her phone and saw the message thread.

She had sent him a photo of us earlier that night, along with a message:

“Just me and my daughter having the best time together. I told you, I’m all about family”

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Scrolling up, the truth became clear. Richard had two young children and was searching for a woman who could be a mother figure.

Evelyn was using me—our reunion—to impress him. She had chosen a man over me again. Mother-child relationship book
When she came back into the room, I didn’t confront her.

Instead, I retrieved the shoebox of drawings from my bedroom and handed it to her. “Every few weeks,” I said quietly. “For years after you left.”

She hugged me, crying, promising she’d never leave again.

But I didn’t hug her back. The next morning, she left—along with empty promises. She even forgot the shoebox.

I stopped answering her calls. When she showed up days later, knocking and shouting my name, I stayed silent until she left. That night, I threw the shoebox into the dumpster.

As it disappeared, I remembered Grandma Rose’s words:

“You are a strong, capable young woman, Alexa. Never forget your worth.”

She was right, so I chose not to be part of whatever Evelyn had planned. I wouldn’t be part of her life either.

I was choosing myself.

At 5 Years Old, I Was Left at My Grandma’s House Because My Mom Chose Her Husband Over Me — 20 Years Later, She Came Back Begging Read More

A little boy boy comes back from school, disappointed, because he got a 0 on a geography exam. “The teacher gave me a zero because I couldn’t answer a question on Portugal,” he said. His mother asked, “What was the question?”

“Where’s Portugal.”

“The idiot teacher, I’m going to call the principal’s office.

In the meantime, we’re going to find where Portugal is.”

She gets a map of the state and can’t find Portugal. Then she gets a map of the region and still can’t find Portugal. She gets a map of the city and can’t find Portugal.

“I swear Portugal can’t be far. …

.. .

The maid is from Portugal and she comes here to work every day on her bicycle.”

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A young woman walks into a prestige car sales room. Looks around at all the Porsches, Lamborghini’s, Jags etc., and says to the salesman. “Can I have the red one?” – a top of the range Porsche.

“I’ll pay cash!” and starts taking handfuls of cash out of a carrier bag until she gets to the right price. The deal is finalised very quickly and the girl drives it away. She is back 2 days later, “I want my money back… it smell awfully bad when I use the brakes,” she states emphatically.

Not wanting to lose the sale (having taken cash and fiddled the books) the manager decides to ride in the car with her… in case she is not driving it properly. He gets in and she roars out of the dealership, drops it into second gear at 55 mph, floors the pedal again and slips into 3rd at 80mph does a handbrake turn into a country lane and then really starts to accelerate. 120mph into 4th gear; 5th at 145mph.

The engine is screaming, trying to leap out of the bonnet when it reaches 170mph. The scenery is a green blur the G-force has him pinned in the seat. In the distance, to his relief, the barriers of a level crossing are beginning to come down and she will have to slow down (he thinks!) instead the pitch of the engine increases.

100 yards from the crossing she slams on the brakes and the car stops inches from the barrier. “Can you smell it?” she says. “SMELL IT?

I’M SITTING IN IT!”

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When Joe’s wife ran away with his car, his money and his best friend, he got so depressed that his doctor sent him to see a psychiatrist. Joe told the psychiatrist his troubles and said, “Life isn’t worth living. I think I’m gonna top myself.”

“Don’t be stupid, Joe,” said the psychiatrist.

“My wife ran off and left me too, yet I’m happy.”

“How?” asked Joe. “Easy,” replied the quack. “I threw myself into my work.

I totally submerged myself in my job and soon forgot her. By the way, Joe, what work do you do?”

“I clean out septic tanks,” Joe replied. =============================================
In order to pay his medical school tuition, Thomas Merrick was working two jobs over the summer.

By day, he worked at LeClaire’s Market—a butcher shop. He wore a stiff white coat splattered with crimson and trimmed fat. By night, he transformed.

Down at St. Ambrose Hospital, he traded cleavers for stretchers. As an orderly on the graveyard shift, his white coat now clean and crisp, worn over hospital scrubs.

One night, long past midnight, Thomas was called to prepare a patient for surgery. Room 216. Elderly woman.

Appendectomy. He arrived with his usual calm, smiled softly, gently eased the gurney beside her bed, and began to help the nurses ready her for the trip down to the OR. She was pale.

Small. Her eyes fluttered open, cloudy but alert. As Thomas leaned in to adjust the straps, the room froze.

Her eyes locked onto him—wide, horrified. Her lips trembled. Then, as if struck by lightning, she bolted upright and screamed with the terror of a woman who believed her last hour had come:

“God save me!

It’s the butcher!”

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Lisa & Judy were doing some carpenter work on a Habitat for Humanity House. Lisa was nailing down house siding, would reach into her nail pouch, pull out a nail & either toss it over her shoulder or nail it in. Judy, figuring this was worth looking into, asked, ‘ Why are you throwing those nails away?’

Lisa explained, ‘When I pull a nail out of my pouch, about half of them have the head on the wrong end & I throw them away.’

Judy got completely upset & yelled, ‘You moron!

Those nails aren’t defective! They’re for the other side of the house!’

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A man was telling his co-worker one day that the company was transferring him to Chicago. He explained that he was going to quit before he had to move there.

When asked why, he replied that he was just too afraid of all the crime even though he would be passing up a big salary increase and greater benefits. His co-worker said he should reconsider. Chicago was a magnificent city, with world class museums, loaded with a great history, sites, good public transportation, etc.

Then he said: “Why I myself worked in Chicago for almost 10 years, and in all that time I never ever had a problem with crime while I was working.”

The first asked “What did you do there?”

To which the other replied, “I was tail-gunner on a bread truck.”

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When my grandmother moved into a nursing home, she gave her jewelry and antiques to my siblings. To me, she left only a small wooden recipe box. At first, I didn’t understand why she insisted that it should be mine.

My siblings laughed and called it “junk,” and their words stayed with me. Feeling upset, I left the box aside without thinking twice. That evening, my neighbor noticed the box by the trash and came to speak with me.

“Do you realize what this is?” she asked kindly. Curious, I invited her in, and she opened it carefully. Inside were recipes, yes, but also handwritten notes, old photographs, and even small envelopes with keepsakes.

Each card carried a memory, a piece of history, and a message of love. Suddenly, it became clear: this box was more than just recipes. It was a treasure chest of my grandmother’s life, her wisdom, and her way of passing down tradition.

She trusted me to carry her legacy, not through valuables, but through memories that could be shared for generations. I held the recipe box to my heart and realized its true worth. While others had received objects of beauty, I had received something priceless: a piece of my grandmother’s spirit.

From that day on, I promised to honor her gift and share her recipes, stories, and love with my family. Continue Reading

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An old man is selling watermelons. Its price list is 1 for $3, 3 for $10. A young man walks by and asks for a watermelon.

“That’d be 3 dollars”, says the old man. The young man then buys another one, and another one, paying $3 for each. As the young man walks away, he turns around, smiles, and says, “Hey old man, do you realize I just bought three watermelons for only $9?

Maybe business is not your thing.”

The old man smiles and mumbles to himself, “People are funny. Every time they buy three watermelons instead of one, yet they keep trying to teach me how to do business…”

LOL!! Hope this joke will make you smile!

Have a nice day!! An Old Man Walks Up To The Counter Of A Pawn Shop. An old man walks up to the counter of a pawn shop with an old, weathered guitar: “I’d like your expert opinion on this guitar, how much do you think it’s worth?” asks the old man.

The pawnbroker looks it up and down. “Well I can tell right now that there’s a little warping in the neck, the lacquer is faded and there are scratches and dents all over it. It’s an old, well-played guitar but I don’t think it’s worth any more than twenty bucks.”

The old man reaches his hand out and says.

“Okay, if that’s what you think it’s worth, you have a deal!”

“Great!” Replies the pawnbroker, shaking his hand. “Here’s twenty bucks.” Says the old man. “I’ll buy it right now!”

The broker stops and suddenly looks confused.

“Wait, buy?” He asks. “Yes!” Smiles the old man as he flips the guitar over. “This one has a sticker price of $150, but now that I have your honest opinion I think twenty bucks is a great deal.”

LOL!!

Hope this joke will make you smile! Have a nice day!!

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A very drunk man
turns up at his house at 6 o’clock in the morning with his hair and clothes dishevelled. His long suffering wife, who has been waiting up all night, shouts at him furiously, “I hope you have a good reason for getting home blind drunk at this time of the morning!”

“Yes,” replied the man, “I’d like some breakfast!”

Fishing Drunk. A drunk ice fisherman drills a hole in the ice and peers into it.

As he does so, a loud voice from above says, “There are no fish down there.”

So the drunk fisherman walks several yards away and drills another hole. As he peers into it he again hears a voice say, “There’s no fish down there.”
So he walks about 20 yards away and drills another hole. Once again the voice says, “There’s no fish down there.”

The fisherman looks up to the sky and asks, “God, is that you?”
“No, you idiot,” says the voice.

“It’s the rink manager.”

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A boy asks his mother for breakfast. She says, “Not until you feed the animals.”

The boy goes outside and says to the chicken, “I don’t feel like feeding you today.” So he kicks the chicken. He does the same with the cow and the pig.

The boy goes back into the house and tells his mother that he’s hungry. His mother says, “I saw you kick the chicken, so you’re not getting any eggs, I saw you kick the cow, so you’re not getting any milk, and I saw kick the pig, so you’re not getting any bacon.”

Just then the boy’s father walks down the steps, trips and kicks the cat. The boy says, “Mom, should I tell him?”

A very drunk man
turns up at his house at 6 o’clock in the morning with his hair and clothes dishevelled.

His long suffering wife, who has been waiting up all night, shouts at him furiously, “I hope you have a good reason for getting home blind drunk at this time of the morning!”

“Yes,” replied the man, “I’d like some breakfast!”

One summer evening,
a three year-old came in while his parents were setting the table for supper. Quite surprisingly, he asked if he could help. His mother said, “No, but I appreciate your asking.”

The child responded, “Well, I appreciate your saying no.”

The elephantine memory
A man visits India and meets an old man at the Town Square who is renowned for his elephantine memory.

He asks the old man what he had for breakfast on the same day 15 years back. “Eggs,” replies the old man. The man scoffs at this saying everyone has eggs for breakfast and walks away.

Ten years later, he returns to India and sees the same old man on the same spot, goes to him and asks, “How?”

The old man takes one look at his face and replies, “Scrambled.”

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One evening, a husband—feeling a little too confident for his own good—decided to tease his wife. “Maybe we should start washing your clothes in Slim Fast,” he chuckled. “Could take a few inches off your backside!”

Cue the awkward silence.

His wife, however, was not one to let such comments go unanswered. The next morning, as the husband reached into his drawer for a fresh pair of underwear, a mysterious puff of powder burst into the air. He coughed and blinked.

“What the heck?!”

“APRIL!” he called out, holding the underwear at arm’s length. “Why is there talcum powder in my boxers?!”

From the bathroom, his wife called back sweetly: “Oh, honey… that’s not talcum powder. It’s Miracle-Gro.”

LOL!!

Hope this joke will make you smile! Have a nice day!! A woman’s husband had been drifting in and out of a coma for months
A woman’s husband had been drifting in and out of a coma for months, but she never left his side.

Every single day, she sat by him, holding his hand and hoping for his recovery. One day, he finally opened his eyes, looked around, and motioned for her to come closer. She leaned in, her heart racing with relief and joy.

His voice was weak, but he managed to whisper, tears glistening in his eyes, “You know something? You’ve been with me through every tough moment in my life.”

She smiled warmly as he continued, “When I lost my job, you were there for me. When my business went under, you stood by my side.

When I got s.h.o.t, you were right there in the hospital. When we lost the house, you stayed with me. And when my health started to fail, you never left.”

Her heart swelled with emotion as she whispered back, “Oh, darling, that’s so sweet.

What are you trying to say?”

He took a deep breath, looked her in the eye, and said, “I think you’re cursed.”

LOL!!

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One evening, a husband—feeling a little too confident for his own good—decided to tease his wife. “Maybe we should start washing your clothes in Slim Fast,” he chuckled. “Could take a few inches off your backside!”

Cue the awkward silence.

His wife, however, was not one to let such comments go unanswered. The next morning, as the husband reached into his drawer for a fresh pair of underwear, a mysterious puff of powder burst into the air. He coughed and blinked.

“What the heck?!”

“APRIL!” he called out, holding the underwear at arm’s length. “Why is there talcum powder in my boxers?!”

From the bathroom, his wife called back sweetly: “Oh, honey… that’s not talcum powder. It’s Miracle-Gro.”

LOL!!

Hope this joke will make you smile! Have a nice day!! A woman’s husband had been drifting in and out of a coma for months
A woman’s husband had been drifting in and out of a coma for months, but she never left his side.

Every single day, she sat by him, holding his hand and hoping for his recovery. One day, he finally opened his eyes, looked around, and motioned for her to come closer. She leaned in, her heart racing with relief and joy.

His voice was weak, but he managed to whisper, tears glistening in his eyes, “You know something? You’ve been with me through every tough moment in my life.”

She smiled warmly as he continued, “When I lost my job, you were there for me. When my business went under, you stood by my side.

When I got s.h.o.t, you were right there in the hospital. When we lost the house, you stayed with me. And when my health started to fail, you never left.”

Her heart swelled with emotion as she whispered back, “Oh, darling, that’s so sweet.

What are you trying to say?”

He took a deep breath, looked her in the eye, and said, “I think you’re cursed.”

LOL!!

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