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A charity collector knocks on the door of a wealthy man’s mansion.
The man opens the door, and the collector says, “Good afternoon, sir. I’m from the local charity. Our records show that you haven’t contributed anything to our cause, despite your apparent wealth. Would you be willing to make a donation to help those in need?” The wealthy man looks at the collector and says, “Do your records show that I have an elderly mother who is struggling to pay her medical bills?” The collector, looking concerned, replies, “No, sir, we didn’t know that.” The man continues, “Do your records show that my brother lost his job and is drowning in debt?” The man goes on, “Do your records show that my sister is a single mother with three kids who can barely make ends meet?” The collector, feeling sympathetic, responds, “No, sir, I had no idea your family was going through such tough times.” The man then leans in and says, “Well, if I’m not giving them any money, what makes you think I’m going to give any to you?”
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Hello Readers,
I’m excited to share some fantastic news with you all! My new short story eBook, “Glass Eyes,” is now available on Kindle. If you’ve enjoyed my previous stories, you won’t want to miss this one.
“Glass Eyes” weaves a tale of enchantment, mystery, and the delicate line between life and the otherworldly. Set in Ivy’s doll workshop, perched atop once-hallowed ground, this story explores the magic and craftsmanship that breathe life into her creations.
You can find “Glass Eyes” on Amazon here. Dive into the world of Ivy, her dolls, and the secrets her glass eyes hold. I promise, it’s an adventure filled with twists and characters that will stay with you long after you’ve turned the last page.
If you enjoy the book, I would immensely appreciate it if you could leave a review. Your feedback not only helps me grow as a writer but also aids other readers in discovering my stories.
Thank you for your support and happy reading!
Warm regards,
Jim LaFleur
| I am bound in a book, but you cannot read me, I am struck and played, but not musically, I am your equal in skill and also in stature, I am used in heat and light manufacture. What am I? |
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Larry gets home late one night and his wife, Linda, says, “Where in the hell have you been?”
Larry replies, “I was out getting a tattoo.” “A tattoo?” she frowned. “What kind of tattoo did you get?” “I got a hundred dollar bill on my privates,” he said proudly. “What the hell were you thinking?” she said, shaking her head in disdain. “Why on earth would an accountant get a hundred Dollar bill tattooed on his privates?” “Well, one, I like to watch my money grow. Two, once in a while I like to play with my money. Three, I like how money feels in my hand. And, lastly, instead of you going out shopping, you can stay right here at home and blow a hundred bucks anytime you want.”
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