My grief counselor died.
He was so good, I donβt even care! πππ
My grief counselor died.
He was so good, I donβt even care! πππ
Listen up, buttercup. The joke here is dark, like your chances of winning a Nobel Prize. The narrator's grief counselor kicked the bucket, but instead of being sad, they're all, "meh, who cares?" It's funny because it's messed up, and you wouldn't get it unless I held your hand.