Comedy Jokes

08/17/2025

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08/17/2025

My father used to get mad when Mom painted instead of doing chores – what I saw in my mom's house after their divorce made me gasp.

When I was growing up, my mom was an artist. She'd spend hours painting these stunning landscapes, portraits, and abstract pieces. They were so beautiful, I was always in awe. But my dad? He never saw it. He'd get so mad when she painted instead of doing chores. He'd yell about the messy house, dinner being late, or her "wasting time" on "silly hobbies."

Things got worse between them as the years went by, and they finally divorced when I was 14. It was so hard for me. Dad got custody, and I only saw Mom on weekends.

Dad remarried pretty quickly. His new wife was everything he thought Mom should've been — super organized, always on time, and not into art at all. I was supposed to be happy for him, but something about it just felt wrong.

Fast forward to last weekend, I went to visit Mom at her new place for the first time in a few months. She'd recently remarried, too, to this guy named John. I didn't know much about him yet.

When I got there, we caught up a bit, and John said he had something to show me. Curious, I followed him down a hallway to a room I hadn't noticed before.

When he opened the door, I gasped. ⬇️

08/17/2025

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! VERY SAD LOSS 😭💔 Legendary Talk host found dead at age 88. In the past he broke all the TV records, he passed away peacefully at his home. Married to a legendary actress you will know him immediately. When you understand who it is, you will surely cry. Check the comments ⬇️

08/16/2025

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08/16/2025

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08/16/2025

I’m a Farmer’s Daughter — and Some People Think That Makes Me Less
I grew up where the morning sky is still black when the day begins, where “vacation” means the county fair, and the air smells of sweet potatoes fresh from the earth. My parents work harder than anyone I’ve ever met—dirt under their nails, grit in their bones, pride in every callus. I thought that kind of life earned respect.
I was wrong.
When I earned a scholarship to a private high school in the city, it felt like a dream. My big break. But on the very first day, I walked into homeroom in my cleanest jeans—still faintly carrying the scent of the barn—and a girl with a perfect, glossy ponytail leaned toward her friend and whispered, “Ew. Do you live on a farm or something?”
I kept my head down. Pretended I didn’t hear. But the comments kept coming.
“What kind of shoes are those?”
“Wait—you don’t have WiFi at home?”
One boy smirked and asked if I rode a tractor to school.
So I stayed quiet. I buried myself in my studies and never mentioned home. But inside, the shame twisted like a knife—because back home, I wasn’t “that farm girl.” I was Mele. I could patch a tire, wrangle a chicken, and sell out our stall at the market before noon. My parents built something with their bare hands. Why did I feel like I had to hide it?
The turning point came during the school fundraiser. Everyone had to bring something from home to sell. Most kids brought store-bought cookies or crafts their nannies helped with. I brought six sweet potato pies—my family’s recipe, the one we bake every holiday.
They sold out in twenty minutes.
That’s when Ms. Bell, the guidance counselor, found me in the corner. She smiled and said something I’ll never forget… but before she could finish, someone else stepped up beside me—someone I never expected to speak to me, let alone ask that question.
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08/16/2025

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08/16/2025

I married a janitor to spite my wealthy dad — when my dad came to speak with my husband, he fell to his knees.

My father always saw me as part of some high-stakes business deal. His dream? To marry me off to his wealthiest friend's son — a "merger" he'd planned for years. For him, marriage was strategic, cold, and profitable. And one day, I'd had enough.

That autumn, while wandering the city, I saw a young man with a slight limp sweeping leaves. Something about his slow, purposeful movements struck me. On impulse, I walked up to him and said, "I need a husband. How would you feel about getting married today?"

He looked at me, confused. "Is this a joke?"

"Not at all. Think of it as a business deal," I replied, explaining my father's plans and offering him a small sum for this "freedom contract." After a pause, he extended his hand, "Name's Ethan. Deal."

That afternoon, we married at city hall — no fancy dresses or flowers, just us and two bewildered witnesses. When we stepped out, Ethan said with a grin, "Well, Mrs. Callahan, guess we're in this together now."

The real storm, however, was Dad. When he found out, he was furious and demanded to meet my "disgraceful" husband. But when he came face-to-face with Ethan, my arrogant father shocked me by falling to his knees, tears in his eyes. ⬇️