What did the left eye say to the right eye?
Between you and me, something smells.
Between you and me, something smells.
I'm thinking about removing my spine.
I feel like it's only holding me back.
To the man who invented zero:
Thanks for nothing.
My dad died when we couldn't remember his blood type.
As he died, he kept insisting for us to "be positive," but it's hard without him.