What a tumultuous terrible time the world’s population is enduring. For body cramping periods of time, I sit riveted listening to the news, my new daily diet. One that was that was discarded months ago for a mental health break.
Humanity can barely afford another hit from extremists who gain bravado from self-serving acts.
It is catastrophic that there are those who look upon others as scabs on the flesh of the human race. Like bursts of magma, disregard for individual rights and life irreparably damages all that is susceptible in its wake. This indifference breeds unfathomable pain.
We are all different and we all bleed blood that is red. This is my bottom line.
A constellation of concern accompanies me. What can I do? What can I do today? I can offer smiles. As silly or small as it may seem, stepping backwards to a childhood filled with jokes, and riddles is my catalyst to action. In the words of Abraham Lincoln,
“If it were not for these stories, jokes, jests, I should die, they give vent—are the vents—of my moods and gloom.”
And so it shall be. I hope you find some smiles as you partake of the jokes provided by Korn Ball.
A bear walks into a bar and says, “Give me a whiskey and … cola.”
“Why the big pause?” asks the bartender. The bear shrugged. “I’m not sure; I was born with them.”
Did you know you can actually listen to the blood in your veins? You just have to listen varicosely.
What did the Buddhist ask the hot dog vendor?
“Make me one with everything.”
I finally decided to sell my vacuum cleaner. All it was doing was gathering dust!
A friend of mine went bald years ago, but still carries around an old comb. He just can’t part with it.
Never criticize someone until you have walked a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you’ll be a mile away, and you’ll have their shoes.
I told my friend 10 jokes to get him to laugh.
Sadly, no pun in 10 did.
As you “march” through the month, make it meaningful, and smile.