I'm on a plane and the lunch choices are: white meat chicken or German sausage.
Unfortunately, I'm seated in the last row.
I'm hoping for the breast, but preparing for the wurst.
A priest, a pastor and a rabbit entered a clinic to donate blood. The nurse asked the rabbit: “what’s your blood type?”
“I’m probably a type O”, said the rabbit.
Old keys don't open new doors. If you want something different, move a different direction.
#simplicity @ Kampala, Uganda, East Africa https://t.co/TI3QBkNATZ