Have a laugh in 2025

[Sheilajeanne]

This just about had me ROTFLOL!

 

[fredk]

[Handstitched]

Calvin & Hobbes in today's paper:

'Mum and dad quietly sitting and reading in front of the open fire .

Calvin, getting ready to chuck a snowball: " Incredibly,  people NEVER expect to get hit with a snowball  IN the house "

Hobbes, casually walking  away : " I'll see you in your room momentarily " .

That's the sort of thing I would have done when I was a kid,if only we had snow. 

That had me in stitches!

 

Incredibly,  4th year students on the 3rd floor of my high school doing their  exams would never expect to get splattered  with a rotten tomato  .

It wasn't  me, honest,  it was a naughty  fellow student.  Instead of the tomato  going IN the window, it caught the edge of the frame , spraying the students. 

We got busted  big time  ! ! 

HS

[Sheilajeanne]

A Florida State Trooper pulled a car over on US 19 in Clearwater, Florida. When the Trooper asked the driver why he was speeding, the driver said he was a magician and juggler, and was on his way to St. Petersburg to do a show for the Children's Hospital. He didn't want to be late.

The Trooper told the driver he was fascinated by juggling and said if the driver would do a little juggling for him, then he wouldn't give him a ticket. He told the Trooper he had sent his equipment ahead and didn't have anything to juggle.

The Trooper said he had some flares in the trunk and asked if he could juggle them. The juggler said he could, so the Trooper got five flares, lit them and handed them to him.

While the man was juggling, a car pulled in behind the State Trooper's car. A drunken good old boy from New Port Richey, Florida, got out, watched the performance, then went over to the Trooper's car, opened the rear door and got in.

The Trooper observed him and went over to his car, opened the door asking the drunk what he thought he was doing.

The drunk replied, “You might as well just take me to jail, cause there ain't no way I can pass that test!"

[Sheilajeanne]

A married couple was in a terrible car accident. The husband survived, but his face was severely burned.

When the doctor reviewed his options, the news wasn’t good. Skin grafts were possible, but the husband was too thin—there simply wasn’t enough healthy skin on his own body to use.

That’s when his wife stepped forward. Calm. Steady. Without a moment’s hesitation, she said,

“Use mine.”

The doctor examined her carefully, then cleared his throat.

“There is one area where the skin would be suitable… but it’s a very delicate matter.”

It was from her buttocks.

The couple exchanged a look—no embarrassment, no jokes, just understanding. A quiet nod. This would be their secret. Always.

The doctor agreed to the strictest confidentiality, and the surgery began.

It was a complete success. More than a success—the man’s face was transformed. He looked healthier, younger, even more handsome than before. Friends and family raved:

“Unbelievable!”

“You look fantastic!”

“Medicine sure has come a long way!”

He accepted their praise with a polite smile, but inside, he carried a deep, private gratitude. Every compliment reminded him of what his wife had given—quite literally—so he could face the world again.

One evening, overcome with emotion, he took her hand and said:

“My darling… I’ll never be able to thank you enough. You sacrificed so much for me. Please… tell me how I can ever repay you.”

She squeezed his hand, smiled warmly, and whispered:

“My love… I get all the thanks I need every single time I see your mother kiss you on the cheek.”