Why did the Orphan have imaginary parents
Because his last parents existed
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Person 1: How smart are you? Person 2: Really smart Person 1: Ok. If you have 3 ghosts and take away 2 how many are left? Person 2: 1 ghost is left Person 1: Wrong! 0 ghosts are left because ghosts don't exist!!!
Dumb kid: What does homework mean?
Teacher: J0K35? (J0K35 is me btw) can you explain to DK what homework means please?
Me:
Half Of My Existence Wasted On Random Knowledge
Why did the glacier send the ice berg to college? Because, in order for ice to exist, it must retain a temperature of less than... ZERO DEGREES; at the atomic level.
If your having a bad day just remember the Blobfish exists
why didn't stephen hawking ever eat chicken wings? becuase he didn't exist
Jesus Christ does exist, he does, and he is the son of god ....... a god that doesnt exist XD
My existence
Remember the big forehead kid who said “Give me a knife, I’m going to kill myself” ? because of being bullied His head was to big to even exist, and that's why he's dead
why does cannibal village not exist anymore? they all ate each other.
what is a tree that dose not exist money tree
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You've realized I exist? Huh, cool.
what’s the only gun that doesn’t exist in africa? the water gun
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In the realm of whispers and shadows, Where dreams dance on the edge of reality, There resides a peculiar soul, Known as Alexander Fisher.
With eyes that hold secrets untold, And a heart that beats to its own rhythm, He tiptoes through the night, On a quest to embrace the extraordinary.
His hands, delicate as a feather's touch, Reach out to the heavens above, Grasping at ethereal strands of wonder, In the form of vibrant, floating balloons.
With each step, the balloons whisper, Carrying tales of forgotten dreams, And the untamed yearnings of the heart, Alexander Fisher's silent companions.
He creeps through moonlit streets, An enigma in a world seeking answers, As the balloons trail behind him, Painting the night with magic's hues.
Together, they wander through the darkness, Where imagination blooms and thrives, In a delicate ballet of dreams, Alexander Fisher's fantastical symphony.
The world watches, captivated, By this balladeer of whimsical desires, As he weaves his spell, one balloon at a time, Enchanting souls with his ethereal art.
For in his delicate grasp, balloons become more, They transcend their earthly existence, Becoming vessels of hope and joy, Guiding hearts towards the realm of possibility.
Alexander Fisher, the dreamer, the poet, Creeps through life, a gentle force, With his balloons as his faithful companions, He reminds us to embrace the extraordinary.
you are the reason why child abortion still exists in the world
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