Come to a few super short jokes! The more the better!

Alas, in the third grade, my family was so poor. I have no money to go to school by bus, so I have to take a taxi every day. By the fifth grade, the principal said that I was so talented that I could go to college.

So, I went to Tsinghua, and Aunt T, who cleaned the ladies' room, got off.

Well, I have no choice but to study at Harvard. ...

After graduation (university), I opened a small shop (selling beef offal) on the roadside and was arrested by the urban management every day.

I really have no choice but to start a company.

God, my fate is so tragic.