Today I held the camera down near my waist while I stood up and told you jokes, like:
This peanut was walking through a neighborhood that was so rough...
How rough was it?
It was so rough, the peanut was a salted.
Let's just say, I killed. You thought I was hysterical, and I have photographic evidence to prove it:
Have a good night and don't forget to tip your server.
Love,
Mom
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