Why do women wear panties with flowers on them?
In loving memory of all the faces that have been buried there.
Why do women wear panties with flowers on them?
In loving memory of all the faces that have been buried there.
WJE officially a gone memory.
My grandpa was a great pilot, but he died on September 11, 2001.
My dad told me a joke one time. When I realized the joke, the second tower was hit.
President Joseph Biden said during the first presidential debate of the 2024 presidential election that he does not debate as well as he used to. Mr. Biden also can't think as well as he used to either, but then again when Mr. Biden was a United States senator in the state of Delaware he never could think because thinking was never one of his strengths and that is the reason why Mr. Biden became President Obama's vice president in the first place.
Oh well, that's politics.
I used to think 11/11 was mistakenly 9/11.
John pretended to be a doctor.
Motu came to him. He said, "I lost my hunger."
John brought some samosas for his lunch. Motu ate them. John said, "Your hunger is back!"
Then, Motu said, "I lost my taste."
John said, "Number 1, bring some water." Motu drank it and said, "This is petrol!" John said, "Your taste is back!"
Motu said, "I lost my memory."
John said, "Number 1, bring some medicine." Motu said, "But Number 1 brought water." John said, "Your memory is back!"
What did Tupac's homies smoke? His ashes.
It would've been too tacky to take a shot in his memory.
Fork pierces the flesh. Guided by hunger's demand, Savoury feast waits.
Tines dig deep within, Seeking the sustenance craved, A mealtime delight.
Belly grumbles loud, Yearning for nourishment's touch, Fork answers the call.
Food on the platter, Fork dances with anticipation, To satiate hunger's plea.
Digestion begins, Fork's journey now complete, Nourishing the soul.
Why does the fork go? To bring joy to empty hearts, Satiating needs.
In the stomach's depths, Fork finds purpose and solace, A culinary bond.
With each mealtime tale, The fork carves memories deep, In stomachs it rests.
My grandfather lost his tongue during WW2.
He never talks about it.
My grandfather was the type of person who never threw anything away He died in World War II holding on to a hand grenade
I loved the Twin Towers, it's a shame my dad didn't.
When I was recently standing in front of a huge puddle with my buddy, I remembered how he tricked me a week ago. So I tricked him...