Knock knock. Who’s there? Boo. Boo who? Hey, don’t cry, honey. It’s not so bad. Really, everything will work out for the best. You’ll see. Is she batshit crazy? I’m dying here, drowning in grief, weeping right in front of her and she’s telling me it’s not so bad? I’m sad. I’m sorrowing. I’m grieving. … Continue reading knock knock joke
Nancy London 