Reach out jokes
How do skyscrapers make friends?
They reach out.
One Easter Sunday, a man goes to church and returns home with two black eyes.
His wife inquires as to how he got the black eyes.
The man goes on to say, “a lady stood up in front of me during mass, I saw her dress was stuck in her butt crack, so I reached out and tugged it out. She whirled around, became furious, and punched me in the eye.”
“That explains one black eye,” the wife says, “but what about the other?” The man explains, “I figured she must have liked her dress stuck up in her butt crack, so when she turned around I stuffed it back up there.”
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.
So sad when the emo kid tried to give a high five to a tree.
Too bad he left him hanging.
You know how to get 10,000 followers? Run through Africa with a bottle of water.
Slavery and discipline, it's kind of the same thing. You get whipped for doing the wrong thing.
Dagger. This is to get your attention, for Dagger Jr. and I. We'd like to speak with you, and possibly Lynx, if we can find a time to all talk.
I asked a emo kid if they wanna hang out.
Community talk
So like I gotta post this everywhere, cause Kayla is doing the ice bucket challenge, and yeah... Every year 726,000 people take there own lives, that’s 1 person every 40 seconds, if you or someone you know is struggling please reach out, you don’t have to fight these battles alone, don’t put a period, God isn’t done writing your story, please reach out, things will get better I promise, God gives hard challenges to his toughest warriors, things will get better, I love you.
Alex stood at the edge of the village, watching as the sun began to set over the horizon. She had just returned from another long day of mining and crafting, and was looking forward to some rest and relaxation.
As she started to make her way towards her house, she noticed a strange figure standing in the distance. It was an Iron Golem, towering over the buildings with its imposing presence. She had seen many of them… Read more
It truly is sad to see. Reach out to me on other platforms if you wanna stay in touch. Bye WJE