Laughter is often said to be the best medicine, and for good reason! It brings joy, boosts our mood, and even prolongs our lives.
When a blonde woman greeted an older man with a bright, “T-G-I-F.” she had no idea it would lead to an unexpected exchange…
His hilarious reply not only caught her off guard but also turned an ordinary Friday into a moment of pure joy…. Curious about what he said that made her laugh so hard?
Keep reading to discover the punchline…
A businessman got on an elevator.
When he entered, there was a blonde already inside who greeted him with a bright, “T-G-I-F.”
He smiled at her and replied, “S-H-I-T.”
She looked puzzled and repeated, “T-G-I-F,” more slowly.
He again answered, “S-H-I-T.”
The blonde was trying to keep it friendly, so she smiled her biggest smile, and said as sweetly as possible, “T-G-I-F.”
The man smiled back at her and once again, “S-H-I-T.”
The exasperated blonde finally decided to explain. “‘T-G-I-F’ means ‘Thank God, It’s Friday!’ Get it, duuhhh?”
The man answered, “S-H-I-T means ‘Sorry, Honey, It’s Thursday’—duuhhh.”
BONUS: ANOTHER FUNNY STORY 👇🏻
A man was sick and tired of going to work every day while his wife stayed home.
He wanted her to see what he went through so he prayed: “Dear Lord: I go to work every day and put in eight hours while my wife merely stays at home. I want her to know what I go through. So, please allow her body to switch with mine for a day.”
God, in his infinite wisdom, granted the man’s wish. The next morning, sure enough, the man awoke as a woman… He arose, cooked breakfast for his mate, woke up his kids, set out their school clothes, fed them breakfast, packed their lunches, drove them to school, came home, and picked up the dry cleaning, took it to the cleaners, and stopped at the bank to make a deposit, went grocery shopping, then drove home to put away the groceries, paid the bills and balanced the check book. He cleaned the cat’s litter box and bathed the dog.
Then, it was already 1 p.m. and he hurried to make the beds, do the laundry, vacuum, dust, and sweep and mop the kitchen floor. He ran to the school to pick up the kids and got into an argument with them on the way home. He set out milk and cookies and got the kids organized to do their homework. Then, he set up the ironing board and watched TV while he did the ironing.
At 4:30, he began peeling potatoes and washing vegetables for salad, breaded the pork chops, and snapped fresh beans for supper. After supper, he cleaned the kitchen, ran the dishwasher, folded laundry, bathed the kids, and put them to bed. At 9 p.m., he was exhausted and, though his daily chores weren’t finished, he went to bed where he was expected to make love, which he managed to get through without complaint.
The next morning, he awoke and immediately knelt by the bed and said: “Lord, I don’t know what I was thinking. I was so wrong to envy my wife’s being able to stay home all day. Please, Oh! Please, let us trade back. Amen!”
The Lord, in his infinite wisdom, replied: “My son, I feel you have learned your lesson and I will be happy to change things back to the way they were. But you’ll have to wait nine months, though. You got pregnant last night.”
Why not share a laugh today? Whether it’s with a friend, family member, or even a stranger, let the laughter echo and brighten someone’s day.
After all, a shared laugh is a moment worth cherishing! If this story made you smile, don’t forget to share it with others—because everyone deserves a little humor in their lives!
The Power of a Child’s Empathy
The hum of the classroom, usually a symphony of whispers and rustling papers, was replaced by a heavy silence. Little Sarah stood before the class, her small frame trembling, her eyes brimming with tears. “My mommy and daddy are going to court today,” she announced, her voice barely a whisper. “They’re going to make me choose.”
A collective gasp filled the room. The children, their faces etched with innocent concern, looked at Sarah, their eyes wide with unspoken questions. I felt a lump form in my throat. How could I, a grown adult, possibly soothe the pain of such a profound loss?
I knelt beside Sarah, gently placing an arm around her shoulders. “It’s going to be okay, sweetie,” I murmured, my voice as reassuring as I could manage. “We’re all here for you.”
I did my best to steer the class towards our morning routine, hoping to create a sense of normalcy amidst the emotional turmoil. But the air in the room remained thick with unspoken worry.
Later, as the children worked on their art projects, I noticed Sarah by the cubbies, her small body shaking with quiet sobs. She was hugging a classmate, a little boy named Michael, who was also crying softly. My heart pounded. Had something happened? Had the weight of her situation become too much for her to bear?
I rushed over, my voice laced with concern. “Sarah, Michael, what’s wrong?”
They looked up at me, their faces stained with tears, but their eyes held a strange sense of calm. Then, Michael held out a crumpled piece of paper.
“She was sad,” he mumbled, his voice thick with emotion. “So I wrote her this.”
I unfolded the note, my hands trembling. In uneven, childlike handwriting, it read:
“Don’t worry. Whatever happens, it’s in God’s hands.”
The simplicity of the message, the profound depth of its compassion, hit me like a wave. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. These two children, barely old enough to tie their own shoes, had shown a level of empathy and understanding that surpassed anything I had witnessed in years.
I had spent my life trying to impart wisdom to these young minds, to guide them through the complexities of the world. But in that moment, they had taught me a lesson I would never forget.
As I drove home that afternoon, the image of Sarah and Michael, their tear-streaked faces and the crumpled note, remained etched in my mind. I felt an overwhelming sense of pride, a deep appreciation for the little family we had built in our classroom.
We often underestimate the power of a child’s heart, their capacity for love and understanding. We dismiss their emotions as fleeting, their words as naive. But that day, I witnessed the true essence of compassion, the pure, unadulterated empathy that resides within the hearts of children.
I realized that my role as a teacher was not just about imparting knowledge, but about fostering kindness, nurturing compassion, and creating a safe haven where these small hearts could flourish. And I knew that even on the toughest days, when the noise and chaos threatened to overwhelm me, I would always remember the crumpled note, the tearful hug, and the unwavering belief that, in the face of adversity, love and compassion will always prevail.
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