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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The night refused to end. Morning arrived stolen, wrong, a gray bruise over a city that no longer knew its own name. People stood in doorways and…
It started as a quiet rupture. A single word slipped into the margins of the internet and everything tilted. Some scrolled past, untouched. Others froze, pulse hammering,…
He thought the show might die that night. Contracts hung by threads, headlines felt pre-written, and every ringtone sounded like the end. The missing judge was a…