Presence jokes

Are you suicide? Because you are always on my mind.

Jesus will be history when I realize he's behind me.

The double slit experiment shows light particles are a wave that assemble in your presence. And you didn't even have to say a word!

Clarissa is here with us.

So I was living with a girl for a few weeks, and it was nice until she found out that I was there.

Knock knock.

Who's there?

No one.

No one who?

No one who?

I cry when you leave the room. They're tears of joy because you have an ugly hairline.

So, I was walking down the path of my life with Bigfoot, noticing the two pairs of footprints, mine and his.

One day, I notice his prints are gone. I look up to him and say, "You had promised you would always be there for me. How is this possible?"

He then looks me straight in the eyes and says, "Raw!"

Gwen, are you there?

"Prince? Are you still there?"

Yo, I feel like shit when you're around.

Roses are red, Violets are blue, In your presence, my love, Every moment feels new.

Dschoha's wife was accustomed to go out at night to meet her lover, which caused the neighbors to tease Dschoha. Thus, one night he stayed awake until she left, then locked the door and sat down just inside.

Upon returning, she found the door locked. She asked him to have mercy on her and to open the door, but he just scolded her.

Having given up hope for a good outcome, she said to him, "If you don't open the door for me, I'll jump into the well."

Then she picked up a large stone and threw it into the well. Filled with regret, he ran outside to see what had happened. His wife immediately slipped into the house and locked the door.

He made every effort to convince her to let him come inside, but she scolded him incessantly, saying, "This is what you get for staying out all night with your drunken friends!" And thus she succeeded in shaming him in the presence of all their neighbors.

Prince, are you there?

Frank Bulgin is freaky bold, A man with a spirit untamed, untold. With eyes that pierce through the darkest night, He walks a path that's far from light.

His steps are loud, his presence strong, A force of nature, where he belongs. Through the chaos, he finds his way, Leaving footprints that never fade.

A rebel soul, unafraid to speak, His words drip with passion, so unique. He dances with danger, embraces the unknown, Challenging limits, into the wild he's thrown.

No rules can bind him, no walls can contain, Frank Bulgin sets fire to the mundane. He paints the sky with vibrant hues, A kaleidoscope of dreams he pursues.

In his mind, a symphony of thoughts, An artist's palette, where inspiration is sought. He weaves words like a masterful bard, Creating tapestries that leave us marred.

With each verse, he unravels his soul, Unveiling the depths that make him whole. His poetry, a window to his essence, A glimpse into a world of fearless presence.

Frank Bulgin is freaky bold, A maverick, a legend yet to be told. His spirit roams, forever untamed, A beacon of courage, never to be tamed.

Humanity.

Like this if you are a single Pringle like me.

Like if you have a boyfriend, girlfriend, or husband, or wife, or a crush.

Slavery and discipline, it's kind of the same thing. You get whipped for doing the wrong thing.

Sometimes my battery life has the same recognition as me :(