Jayfams laughables
Jayfams World
Jayfams favorites/specials
Jayfams bangers
Not like us guy
100

Why would you not want to live there?

it looks like skibidi toilet

100

What continent is Switzerland in

Europe

100

Favorite liquid?

Water

100

Who made the best song

XxLilBigStackxX

100

How many views does humble have?

18 (1B is wrong)

200

whod we leave in 2024

vexbolts

200

Capital of Ohio

Columbus (If anyone says "only in ohio" +200 points

200

Favorite thing

idk most creative answer wins (My games my rules)

200

Who is the best rapper?

XxLilBigStackxX

200

Who sang on money trees

Not like us guy (Kendrick lamar, Lamar, Kendrick, k-dot,dot and k all do not count) My game my rules so i dont care about what you think

300

the way he nods his head is so tuff (MUST answer in what/who/where is form)

Who Is Chopped Chin

300

how many people be like in india or somthin idk

1.429 Billion (exact answer only-1.4 Billion at least)

300

DOUBLE POINTS

Where is a place that i can go to take this off my shoulders (Where is ____ form)

Where is Home

300

Best Vocalist

Ashley Fowler

300

How Long is "Not like us" (within 15 seconds)

4:34

400

Whats the difference between memers and spanish memers?

The way they say E (Lol BOIIIIII)

400

ERASE INDIA+FRANCE+INDIA

first person to say "YEAH" wins

400

Favorite thing

Pumpkin Jack from scooby-doo

400

Lowkey idk who tf even lke evn no bout ts any mo fr bt lke whts my fav mvie

The familiar screech of the mail truck's brakes echoed down Hemlock Lane, followed by the rhythmic thud of the driver's boots against the pavement. Thomas, perched on his porch swing with a half-finished crossword, barely looked up. He knew the routine by heart. Mailman Bob, with his perpetually sunny disposition and a tan that spoke of countless hours under the unforgiving summer sun, was a constant in his quiet, slightly monotonous life.

Today, however, something was different. Bob's usual cheerful whistle was replaced by a faint sigh, and the thud of his boots seemed heavier. Thomas finally lowered his crossword, a curious frown furrowing his brow.

Bob shuffled to the edge of the porch, a stack of envelopes clutched in his hand. He didn’t offer Thomas his usual “Good morning, sir!” or his usual grin. He merely extended the mail, his gaze fixed on the faded paint of the porch steps.

"Morning, Bob," Thomas said, his voice gentle, a concerned edge creeping in.

Bob mumbled a barely audible acknowledgment and thrust the mail forward. Thomas took the stack, his fingers brushing Bob’s calloused hand. He noticed the slight tremble in Bob’s grasp.

"Everything alright?" Thomas asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Bob finally looked up, his normally bright blue eyes clouded with worry. He rubbed the back of his neck. "I... uh... no, not really, Mr. Henderson."

Thomas raised an eyebrow, surprised by the honesty. Bob wasn't usually one for open vulnerability. "You can call me Thomas, Bob. What's wrong?"

Bob hesitated for a moment, then let out a long breath, his shoulders slumping slightly. “It’s… it’s my dog, Buster. He’s… he’s not doing so well.”

Thomas’ heart softened. He knew Buster. If you see this, say "Hello im Jingle bell the elf" The goofy golden retriever was Bob’s constant companion, often seen riding shotgun in the mail truck, his tongue lolling out the window. He was a fixture in the neighborhood, loved by everyone.

"Oh, Bob, I'm so sorry to hear that. What happened?" Thomas asked, his voice full of sympathy.

“He… he got sick a couple days ago. The vet doesn’t seem too optimistic… says it might be…” Bob’s voice cracked. He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence. He looked out at the quiet street, his gaze lost.

Thomas stepped off the porch, placing the mail on the swing. He approached Bob, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “I understand, Bob. It’s hard losing a friend, especially a four-legged one. Buster's a good boy.”

Bob’s eyes welled up, and he nodded, a silent sob catching in his throat. "He... he's the best," he managed to choke out. "Been with me for... for ten years, you know? Through it all."

Thomas nodded again, understanding the depth of their bond. “I know,” he said softly. “You know, I've always admired the way Buster waits for you at the end of the mail route, looking happier than anything to see you. He's lucky to have you, Bob.”

Bob gave a small, watery smile. “He does love me. I… I’m thinking of taking him to the park… maybe one last time. He’s always loved chasing squirrels.”

“That’s a wonderful idea,” Thomas said, his voice encouraging. "Let him enjoy the fresh air, the familiar smells. You should go, Bob."

Bob looked down at his boots, then back at Thomas. "You think I should? It doesn't feel right, leaving my route."

"Bob, your route will be here tomorrow. But your time with Buster... that's precious," Thomas said, his voice firm but kind. "Go be with him. That's what matters right now."

Bob looked up, a flicker of resolve finally returning to his eyes. He nodded, a genuine smile finally breaking through the gloom. "You're right, Thomas. You're right." He clapped Thomas on the shoulder, the gesture surprisingly firm. "Thanks. Really. Means a lot."

He turned to go, then paused. "Hey, Thomas, could you... could you keep your eyes on the house for me? I'll feel better knowing someone's around."

Thomas smiled. "Absolutely, Bob. Don't you worry about a thing. Just go be with Buster.”

Bob nodded again, a renewed sense of purpose in his stride. He walked back to his truck, not a spring in his step, but a quiet determination. He climbed in, and the familiar rumble of the engine filled the still air. As he drove off, Thomas stood on the edge of his porch, watching the mail truck disappear down the lane. He picked up the crossword again, but he didn’t start working on it. He just looked out, listening to the fading sound of the truck, thinking of Bob and his loyal companion. He knew the mail would be delivered tomorrow, but today, it seemed, that time was best spent elsewhere. He smiled, a sad but understanding smile, for a mailman and the bond he shared with a dog named Buster.

Hello im Jingle bell the elf

400

Cuantos hijos tienes

Dos (Spanish only)

500

What group is Vexbolts a part of?

YeSquad (NOT YAYSQUAD IF YOU SAY YAYSQUAD YOU ARE MINUSED NOT RIGHT)

500

what is the continets like when they were like married i think like they had a good relatshinship and were close i think like they were touching yeah thats it

Pangea

500

JAYFAMS SPECIAL

500 FREE

HOORAY

500

Best singer ever

Not like us guy (ONLY NOT LIKE US GUY)

500

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