Toby (@tobestewart): The older I get, the more time I have to set aside each day to be haunted by my past....
Toby (@tobestewart): The older I get, the more time I have to set aside each day to be haunted by my past.
Stacey (@skittle624): I’m so glad I pay for a million different streaming services and none of the movies I’m looking for are free.
Maddie! (@MadHatterMommy): People be like, if you pour milk first then you are a cereal killer.
Kip Conlon (@kipconlon): Other than that, Carrie, how was the prom?
Natalie Would (@_NatalieWould): Maybe we should all give Waldo some space.
Jesse Taylor Lewis (@torkum): We’ll know A.I. has become sentient as soon as it becomes suicidal.
Headhunters!
A missionary was sent on a mission to a distant, remote section. He found a native that would take him upstream to a tribe of headhunters cut off from civilization. In the distance they could hear drums. “What is that drumming?” he asked nervously. The native replied, “Drums okay, but if they stop it would be very bad”.
The drums continued for 3 days as they got closer to the headhunters’ village. Then, without warning, the drums suddenly stopped. The forest fell eerily silent. With panic in his voice, the missionary calls out to the guide, “The drums have stopped! What happens now?” The guide crouched down, covered his head with his hands and with despair in his voice, answered, “Tuba solo!“
“Life does not cease to be funny when people die any more than it ceases to be
serious when people laugh.” – George Bernard Shaw
