Recently, I attended a wedding for some close friends of mine. The reception featured a DJ who doubled as emcee announcing what was happening and what would happen next. After doing the stupid chicken dance and the hokey pokey, he tried to create a “feel good” moment for the newlyweds. He made the following announcement: “Would all the married men, please stand next to the one person who has made your life worth living.”

The bartender was almost crushed to death. I stood by Brenda. But in my heart...


One Reply to You Make Life Worth Living

Evie Totty | January 14, 2022
Bwahahahaha! Thanks for the chuckle!


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