Some of you find it difficult to laugh at jokes. I am not sure why. The emoji for laughing is free. I mean, use it. Nobody will charge you anything for it. How can you read an entire comedy post without using a single laugh emoji? Even if the post is not funny, encourage the writer. We are not to blame for your problems. At the very least, we are here to help you forget about your problems. Do you think it is easy to make people laugh? Tell a joke to a hungry man and see what happens.
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Laughter is good for the soul, but do not laugh too hard, or they will think you are insane and commit you to a psychiatric ward. That's how my friend got into a psychiatric home for visitation. He didn't know which way to go when he arrived, so he stopped the first person he saw to ask for directions, not realizing he was insane.
My friend: Please, I don't know where I am going. I think I am lost.
Madman: That's how it is here. Mad people walk around without knowing where they are going.
My friend, still thinking he was having a conversation with a sane person, went on, "Oh! I am not mad. I just came here for a visit.
The mad man placed his hand on his shoulder and said, "My friend, that's how it starts; you are still at the stage of denial. You will eventually accept it. I also thought I was here for a visit, but I've been here for 8 months, and they still call me mad.
My friend, upon realizing that he had been conversing with an insane person, said, "Oh, sorry! I didn't realize you were mad.
The mad man replied, "That's because you are also mad. Mad people see each other as sane people.
Don't ask me how the discussion ended; I don't like interfering in anything that has to do with mad people. The other day, my friend and I were walking home when we noticed a man saying twenty-one, twenty-one, twenty-one, and staring at something inside his bag. My friend became intrigued and approached the man to find out what was going on. Guess what happened? My friend got a hot slap from the man, and his counting changed to twenty-two, twenty-two, twenty-two. I've since learned to mind my business. I am not interested in becoming number 23.
Public Service Announcement.
Before I go, here is a public service announcement. If you see anyone spending lavishly around your neighborhood, please do not waste any time; alert me immediately because I lost $1.35 on my way back home today and they just might be spending it.
I know I am broke. I accept it with my full heart, but I am not the only broke person in the world. Even Father Christmas is broke because this is December and I have not heard any "Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, jingle all the way." Or has the bell been stolen too?
Happy new month, everyone, and merry Christmas in advance.
Until I come your way again,
Keep laughing.
