A joker is a little fool who is different from everyone else. He's not a club, diamond, heart, or spade. He's not an eight or a nine, a king or a jack. He is an outsider. He is placed in the same pack as the other cards, but he doesn't belong there. Therefore, he can be removed without anybody missing him.
Why you choose happiness, so you think that the sad moments like somebody dieing - it's equal to happiness?!?!?!?!??!So you think that time crimes like this in auschwitz which don't have proof so far from what they say in the reports from Mr.Death (Documentary film!)... so this is equal to (How to say it???!?!) to happiness??WTF, crime equal to happiness, sadness also so what's left?Oh, oh I know the Joker (Note: He is a nice character isn't he?)
Moomah," Travis mumbled and Joker looked to the kid to see his eyes on the magazine, his fingers twiddling his lip."Yeah, son, that's your momma."Travis looked to him. "Moomah.""Yeah, boy."Travis took his fingers from his lip and curled them around Joker's. "Joejoekah.""Yeah," Joker whispered. "I'm your Joker."The boy wobbled a second then dropped forward and landed a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss on his hand and Joker's mouth.He wobbled back."Love you too, kid," Joker whispered.Travis giggled.
When she walked by the two officers, they didn't recognize her. "Have you seen the luscious bonbon with the golden braids?" She grinned up at them with such impish mischief that they almost forgot their quest for the singer. "She is with her lover," Hannah said. "But she can always handle one or two more." She winked at them. "Go there, through that door." She made her escape while the uniformed hobbledehoys gawked and gaped and finally burst into the dressing room where Franz, the three-hundred-pound juggling strongman, was adjusting his loincloth. "I ought not do it," Hannah said aloud to herself as chaos erupted behind her. "I just can't seem to help myself. it is a shame, really.