#jokingking

Hello. Noone asked for this, but here come that boy. “COMEDY ORDER”.  COMEDY ORDER is for every person and creature. 

Are you laughing from your own jokes? COMEDY ORDER. Are you young in soul but old inside your head? Your jokes are even older? COMEDY ORDER. (haha, rhymes!! older-order) Are you gay for Angel of the LOOORD? Well, wrong order. (But accurate personality!) Are your jokes funny enough to make Dean Winchester proud? COMEDY ORDER. Are you laugh? (what) COMEDY ORDER!  Is your laugh a joke? Also COMEDY ORDER. Oh god, *”Is your life a joke?”. Haha, sooo funny you see?  Is your younger sibling angry because you are so funny? You know which order you can get! :) Do you ask everybody *wheeze* whether you funny or not? Of course not, because you KNOW YOU ARE KING OF FUNNINESS!!!

So basically, every f u n n y thing can give you COMEDY ORDER(R).  I have my own COMEDY ORDER. I love my COMEDY ORDER. COMEDY ORDER IS LIKE MY FAMILY. 

You are funny, you are beautiful, you are brave, YOU ARE JOKING KING. 

Harley had been sitting in her cell in the asylum for two months now and god she missed Mista Jay. That's the only thing she wanted, not freedom, not the opportunity to escape, but just for her puddin.  

She was sitting there, knocking her head back against the bars to the inner cell out of boredum, and by the light shinning into her room she could tell it would still be a few hours until the guards came to bring her dinner. Then should could screw with them, make them scared of her.  

That's why when she heard a commotion coming from a few cell blocks she was confused. When the screaming and gun fire started she quickly moved to her feet and to the bars of her cage, a inmate must of tried to escape and they were trying to contain him. Unexpectedly the door to her outter cell slammed open, and she was terrified, until a familiar face walked inside.

“Mista Jay? Is that really you?”

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