How about a laugh, (hopefully)
I believe laughter is the best medicine. Laughter has actually been scientifically proven to help people with depression issues.
Let’s give it a try so we can all get happy and feel better. Many Epilepsy forums I’ve been on had joke sections. I was probably the biggest joke of all since I didn’t get a lot of the jokes. They said the jokes couldn’t be above 4th grade level for me to understand them so my jokes may be rather simplistic but let’s give it a try.
Have a lovely day everyone,
Jake
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"If Mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy. If Grandma ain't happy.......RUN!"
@covidstinks2023
What I learned was, if at first you don’t succeed remove all evidence that you tried.
You can learn to knock a “curve ball” out of the park.
Pastor BillyJoe Daugherty
Tulsa, Ok.
Love love love this one !!!
Meme Time...
ANOTHER POEM.
I love it when a storm is comin'
And all the little birds go runnin'
A strange cool breeze breaks up the air
Dust and leaves fly everywhere.
I might run to move some things
from harm's way, as storms will bring
A downpour--not just rain but things
that only summer storms can bring:
A heavy branch from up on high,
Bits of dust get in my eyes,
And plants that suffered yesterday
(dry as dust in pots of clay)
get drenched until they overflow
poor seedlings lost in sudden flow.
I quickly find a sheltered space--
a single, quiet guarded place
from which to watch the water stream
(It's like a humid, daytime dream)
Until my meditation stops
and suddenly there's no more drops.
I turn my head-- son of a gun!
I'm blinded by the blazing sun.
### JSJ
---------- Forwarded message ---------
From: Joy S. Johnson < tallestlady@gmail.com>
Date: Tue, Jul 16, 2024, 4:25 PM
Subject: Poem storm
To: Joy S. Johnson < tallestlady@gmail.com>
I love it when a storm is comin'
And all the little birds go runnin'
A strange cool breeze breaks up the air
Dust and leaves fly everywhere.
I might run to move some things
from harm's way, as storms will bring
A downpour--not just rain but things
that only summer storms can bring:
A heavy branch from up on high,
Bits of dust get in my eyes,
And plants that suffered yesterday
(dry as dust in pots of clay)
get drenched until they overflow
poor seedlings lost in sudden flow.
I quickly find a sheltered space--
a single, quiet guarded place
from which to watch the water stream
(It's like a humid, daytime dream.)
Until my meditation stops
And suddenly there's no more drops.
I turn my head-- son of a gun!
I'm blinded by the blazing sun.
I'm moving to Paris, opening a bakery and naming it Gensis 5.
Why Genesis 5?
Because somebody told me that's the place in the Bible with all the baguettes.
What's the difference between bird flu and swine flu?
One requires tweetment and the other needs oinkment.
Killing myself laughing. That's hilarious! Love it!
I didn't grow up in a happy household. There was always a lot of discord, anger, and even violence.
That's why when I hear people say, "We're like a family around here," all I can think is...
Manson or Addams?