A businessman entered an elevator, where a cheerful blonde greeted him with, “T-G-I-F.”
Smiling, he replied, “S-H-I-T.”
Confused, she repeated, “T-G-I-F,” slowly.
The man again responded, “S-H-I-T.”
Trying to keep things friendly, she smiled wider and said, “T-G-I-F.”
The man replied once more, “S-H-I-T.”
Finally, the blonde explained, “‘T-G-I-F’ means ‘Thank God, It’s Friday!’ Get it?”
The man answered, “S-H-I-T means ‘Sorry, Honey, It’s Thursday’—duuhhh.”
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Nine days after leaving my husband, I sat on a park bench in Dayton with my two daughters, eleven dollars left, and a carton of lukewarm rice…
When my father died, I thought grief would be the hardest part. I was wrong. Months later, I found my stepmother—the woman my family had quietly resented—living…
On Maple Street lived an old woman who, to most people, was invisible—a forgotten soul with no family nearby, no real home, and no one to care…
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