Little Johnny farts in the classroom, causing his teacher to get really upset and throw him out. Sitting outside the class, he can’t stop laughing. The principal walks by and asks, “Little Johnny, why are you sitting outside your class laughing?”
“I farted in class and the teacher threw me out,” Johnny replies.
The principal asks again, “Well then, why are you laughing?”
“Because those idiots are sitting in the class smelling my fart while I’m outside in the fresh air,” Johnny says with a grin.
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She did not ask to be remembered; she demanded that history itself be. For a century, she walked straight into the places this country tried to forget….
Fear arrived fast and loud. My hands shook as the key refused to turn, each failed attempt echoing like a warning I couldn’t quite name. The lock…
The cameras loved her. America did too. Sarah Palin’s story looked bulletproof: small‑town grit, a loyal “First Dude,” five kids, faith, frontier, forever. But thirty years is…
The room froze, then detonated. One offhand sentence, dropped under the lights of AmericaFest, sliced through the noise and rewired the night. It wasn’t a stump speech…
They prayed for a miracle. They got something far worse. When the missing girl walks back into town, every whispered hope shatters against a truth no one…