Short jokes

Short Jokes

My fondest childhood memory was building sandcastles with my grandfather. That is, until my mom took the urn away from me.

My mom died when we couldn’t remember her blood type. As she died, she kept telling us to “be positive,” but it’s hard without her.

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I cannot moderate myself at all. It's either I don't take my meds, or I take the entire bottle. Decisions, decisions...

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I woke up this morning thinking it was gonna be a great day. But then I realized I was still alive.