Wear one of those thingies or take a pill. Or to avoid being a fluke, carry yourself and others without asking for help. Cause to tell the truth ... help is always there in our love and faith in each other.
Warned you Darksheare ... my humor was buried (out in the backyard) after my humor died. Lord ... I miss my humor. Does anyone have a method to resurrect humor?
It’s probably not dead if you buried it up to its neck..
Unless you used ants.
You didn’t use ants, did you?
Good morning! Perhaps your humor just needs more potassium. Have a banana.