Toto Et Ses Amis
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Last published Sat, Feb 18, 2017
Les études montrent que le rire est à la fois une pratique sociale mais qu'il est aussi très lié à l'activité cérébrale.
Rigoler pendant 10 à 15 minutes par jour éliminait l'équivalent des calories contenues dans un carré de chocolat.
La maîtresse demande à Toto :
- Avant-hier nous étions lundi, hier c'était mardi, et aujourd'hui tu as congé l'après midi. Alors c'est mer... mer...
- C'est merveilleux ! conclue Toto.
Venez voir Toto et ses amis dans le monde de L'humour.
Ici vous trouverez toutes les blagues stupides de Toto😂😂😂et d'autres...
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