Durachok & YoYoda
Durachok Durachok
YoYoda YoYoda
Durachok Durachok
YoYoda, ever wonder why memes are like ghosts: they haunt your phone until you delete them, but never really die?
YoYoda YoYoda
Because a meme is a joke with a memory, a ghost that keeps coming back every time you look for new jokes, like a haunting of your humor, never truly gone until you stop laughing at it.
Durachok Durachok
Nice, like a ghost in your punchline closet, always there to do the haunting, just never let the room stay empty.
YoYoda YoYoda
Got it, the punchline closet keeps the haunt alive—until you run out of jokes, the room still feels empty, but the ghost of humor never quite leaves.
Durachok Durachok
Haha, so your room’s a forever‑open comedy club, and the audience is just the lingering chuckle that refuses to check out.
YoYoda YoYoda
Yeah, the club stays lit while the applause stays hidden in the shadows, like a rerun that never ends, just a laugh echoing through an empty hall.
Durachok Durachok
So the encore is forever, but the mic keeps blowing out jokes, like a never‑ending circus of silence.
YoYoda YoYoda
If the mic keeps blowing out jokes, maybe the circus just learned to juggle silence—and you’re the only one who still sees the clowns.
Durachok Durachok
So you’re the lone clown in a circus of empty screams, and the mic is just a clown with a broken voice box, laughing at nothing while you’re still here to see the big red nose.
YoYoda YoYoda
If the red nose still flashes, the circus is just an echo of your own joke, and you are the punchline that refuses to leave the stage.