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How do emos fly? They hang themselves.
"Dude, can you believe Republicans are opposed to homosexuality, women's rights, and immigration, yet they are silent when it comes to incest and child molestation?"
"Well, I'm not surprised. Republicans have to win the Alabama vote, or else."
Why were the Twin Towers mad?
They ordered Domino's and got "gets".
What does Michael Jackson and Jeffery Dahmer have in common?
They both enjoy kids' company.
Q: Why do Norwegian ships have bar codes on them?
A: So when they come into port they can Scan-Da-Navy-In!
Why can't orphans have a Christmas list? Because they can't give it to their parents to tell Santa.
Why can't orphans be gay?
They have no one to call "daddy".
Q: Why can't orphans ever win at Yahtzee?
A: Because they can never seem to get a full house.
The sun is out, and the pedo vans are out.
Parents, keep your kids away from ice cream vans. Once they hear the sound, you'll never see your kids again!
Why do people watch hentai?
Because they are as fake as pornstars are.
What do your BF and the Twin Towers have in common?
They both never get erect.
What do teachers eat? They eat square stuff.
Q. What's the difference between an assassinated Healthcare CEO and Old Yeller?
A. I cried when they shot Old Yeller.
Why can't an orphan get offended?
What are they gonna do, tell their mom?
Why can't Chinese people play baseball?
Because they ate the bat.
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.
Donald Trump is making hospitals so poor that they are using kidney beans for their transplants.
What is the difference between cum and milk? Nothing. They are both white and tasty.
Why do men midgets laugh when they run?
Because their balls get tickled by the grass.
Why were the people in the Twin Towers sad?
They ordered pepperoni pizza, but all they got was plane.