Sheryl Crow Has Brain Tumor, Not a Joke!
Remember Jim, when telling personal stories or anecdotes, in some cases, "you had to be there." And we’re not talking about Sheryl Crow who once had brain Tumor as a joke. You have to learn to anticipate the key information you need to communicate to make the humor fully understandable. Also learn to distinguish between those situations where you really did and did not need to be there.
Okay Jim, let’s continue, if you are not happy where you are, move. You are not a tree, the one who cries the hardest and wins the Argument. Never use your favorite song as an alarm. If you were once one of Sheryl Crow’s fans and now would like to mock her for suffering brain tumor? Come on ...
By the way, What Bathing Suit Makes Perfectly Acceptable Underwear means?
Are you now aging 48, and tying to recall your first married at the age of 15, when you became 'addicted to the romance' of getting hitched? You’re not the most married woman in the world, Jim, you’re a man. It’s not about Sheryl Crow’s story that she has been single now for 12 years, her longest stint unmarried since childhood. But you say, I would get married again after recovering from brain tumor, is it something worth sharing here?
I just want to know about Will and Guy, Jim, have you found that allegedly true but outrageous marriage story? It’s not funny to make it look as if the couple had hanged themselves. When your wife came home and saw you she fainted. It’s not a disturbance that their neighbour came over and, finding what she thought were two corpses, seized the opportunity to loot the place. Let me repeat, it’s not about Sheryl Crow’s story that she has been single now for 12 years and her brain tumor problem drives you mad that you like to tell your miserable story in life.
We can confirm that later. But remember the fat boy living around the corner of our neighborhood was acquitted of manslaughter and he and his wife have been reconciled? A woman with terminal cancer returns to religion with fervor. She knows that God will help her get better. Early in her sickness, a surgeon proposes radical surgery.
If you don't want to get mutilated and suffer pain, I won’t either.
A while later, you will see a radiologist and he proposes radiation to treat the tumor, which by now is uncomfortably large. A year later, the cancer has metastasized. It's painful and the fat man referred to an oncologist. Chemotherapy is advised. You got it, Jim, I don't want to be sick all the time and lose my hair as well.
So related to your confusing story here, if you die and go to Heaven, how about an audience with God? I’ll sent you help three times: a surgeon, a radiologist and an oncologist. What more do you want?
We’ve gone to far, I think. There’s no more joke as you and I get confused by why Sheryl Crow has brain tumor. Is it a weird joke?
Okay Jim, let’s continue, if you are not happy where you are, move. You are not a tree, the one who cries the hardest and wins the Argument. Never use your favorite song as an alarm. If you were once one of Sheryl Crow’s fans and now would like to mock her for suffering brain tumor? Come on ...
By the way, What Bathing Suit Makes Perfectly Acceptable Underwear means?
Are you now aging 48, and tying to recall your first married at the age of 15, when you became 'addicted to the romance' of getting hitched? You’re not the most married woman in the world, Jim, you’re a man. It’s not about Sheryl Crow’s story that she has been single now for 12 years, her longest stint unmarried since childhood. But you say, I would get married again after recovering from brain tumor, is it something worth sharing here?
I just want to know about Will and Guy, Jim, have you found that allegedly true but outrageous marriage story? It’s not funny to make it look as if the couple had hanged themselves. When your wife came home and saw you she fainted. It’s not a disturbance that their neighbour came over and, finding what she thought were two corpses, seized the opportunity to loot the place. Let me repeat, it’s not about Sheryl Crow’s story that she has been single now for 12 years and her brain tumor problem drives you mad that you like to tell your miserable story in life.
We can confirm that later. But remember the fat boy living around the corner of our neighborhood was acquitted of manslaughter and he and his wife have been reconciled? A woman with terminal cancer returns to religion with fervor. She knows that God will help her get better. Early in her sickness, a surgeon proposes radical surgery.
If you don't want to get mutilated and suffer pain, I won’t either.
A while later, you will see a radiologist and he proposes radiation to treat the tumor, which by now is uncomfortably large. A year later, the cancer has metastasized. It's painful and the fat man referred to an oncologist. Chemotherapy is advised. You got it, Jim, I don't want to be sick all the time and lose my hair as well.
So related to your confusing story here, if you die and go to Heaven, how about an audience with God? I’ll sent you help three times: a surgeon, a radiologist and an oncologist. What more do you want?
We’ve gone to far, I think. There’s no more joke as you and I get confused by why Sheryl Crow has brain tumor. Is it a weird joke?
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