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@AgathaChocolats Sir Winalot

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Which Star Wars Character tried to light their e- cigarrette by using The Force? Daft Vaper #Lunchpun #RateMyPun

#ASongOrMovieForDailyRoutine Brush Hour

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@AgathaChocolats A meeting of the moggie mafia

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#HappensOnlyInNovels A spy who uses his own name and is known by every foreign agency not just 007 of them

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#Gutstapo kkkowards, murderous Miller militia Nuremburg 2.0 appproaches

Harvard has announced it will introduce new special tests for those wishing to specialise in sea mammals. 13 questions will need to be answered, exam porpoises only #Lunchpun #RateMyPun

@AgathaChocolats That Swiss clinic is really cruel

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Repugnant kkkops

I lost my money investing into an alleged new way of playing badminton Turned out to be a con and was just a racquet #Lunchpun #RateMyPun

#ASongOrMovieForAgricultureDay Let It Mow

When I Weed You #ASongOrMovieForAgricultureDay

"My name's Raymond. I'm 73. I work the parking lot at St. Joseph's Hospital. Minimum wage, orange vest, a whistle I barely use. Most people don't even look at me. I'm just the old man waving cars into spaces. But I see everything. Like the black sedan that circled the lot every morning at 6 a.m. for three weeks. Young man driving, grandmother in the passenger seat. Chemotherapy, I figured. He'd drop her at the entrance, then spend 20 minutes hunting for parking, missing her appointments. One morning, I stopped him. "What time tomorrow?" "6:15," he said, confused. "Space A-7 will be empty. I'll save it." He blinked. "You... you can do that?" "I can now," I said. Next morning, I stood in A-7, holding my ground as cars circled angrily. When his sedan pulled up, I moved. He rolled down his window, speechless. "Why?" "Because she needs you in there with her," I said. "Not out here stressing." He cried. Right there in the parking lot. Word spread quietly. A father with a sick baby asked if I could help. A woman visiting her dying husband. I started arriving at 5 a.m., notebook in hand, tracking who needed what. Saved spots became sacred. People stopped honking. They waited. Because they knew someone else was fighting something bigger than traffic. But here's what changed everything, A businessman in a Mercedes screamed at me one morning. "I'm not sick! I need that spot for a meeting!" "Then walk," I said calmly. "That space is for someone whose hands are shaking too hard to grip a steering wheel." He sped off, furious. But a woman behind him got out of her car and hugged me. "My son has leukemia," she sobbed. "Thank you for seeing us." The hospital tried to stop me. "Liability issues," they said. But then families started writing letters. Dozens. "Raymond made the worst days bearable." "He gave us one less thing to break over." Last month, they made it official. "Reserved Parking for Families in Crisis." Ten spots, marked with blue signs. And they asked me to manage it. But the best part? A man I'd helped two years ago, his mother survived, came back. He's a carpenter. Built a small wooden box, mounted it by the reserved spaces. Inside? Prayer cards, tissues, breath mints, and a note, "Take what you need. You're not alone. -Raymond & Friends" People leave things now. Granola bars. Phone chargers. Yesterday, someone left a hand-knitted blanket. I'm 73. I direct traffic in a hospital parking lot. But I've learned this: Healing doesn't just happen in operating rooms. Sometimes it starts in a parking space. When someone says, "I see your crisis. Let me carry this one small piece." So pay attention. At the grocery checkout, the coffee line, wherever you are. Someone's drowning in the little things while fighting the big ones. Hold a door. Save a spot. Carry the weight no one else sees. It's not glamorous. But it's everything." Let this story reach more hearts.... ~ Mary Nelson ✨🙌🏾💫

#SpringPlansIn4WordsOrFewer Mowing the damn lawn

New Bialystock/Bloom musical!!! #SpringPlansIn4WordsOrFewer

@AgathaChocolats Using Surf washing powder brings results

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