Two jokes

1 I wrote a composition when I was a child, and I often wrote something about helping my grandmother cross the street.

Now think about it, how bold you were!

When I was young and frivolous, a girl was willing to lose her life for me. She said firmly, "If you pester me again, I will die."

When I left home, there was a girl who was willing to wait for my next life. She said gently and elegantly, "You want to be my boyfriend, wait for the next life."

When I was down and out, a woman was willing to accompany me to the grave. Her eyes were red, and she said, "If you don't pay me back, I will die with you."

Alas! How infatuated the women in the world are, but they still can't stop me. I'm still lonely and I can't help thinking about it.