Mom: Fred, there were two chocolate cakes in the larder yesterday, and now there’s only one. Why?
Fred: I don’t know. It must have been so dark I didn’t see the other one.
Mom: Fred, there were two chocolate cakes in the larder yesterday, and now there’s only one. Why?
Fred: I don’t know. It must have been so dark I didn’t see the other one.
Mom: Joe, time for your medicine. Joe: I’ll run the bath then.Mom: Why?
Joe: Because on the bottle it says “to be taken in water.”
Moe: My wife converted me to religion.Joe: Really?
Moe: Yes. Until I married her I didn’t believe in hell.
Mom and Dad are in the iron and steel business. She does the ironing and he does the stealing.
Modern Haircutsby Sean Head
Miss DeAngelo was a none-too-bright young woman who had moved to Hollywood with dreams of becoming a star. She didn’t find fame or glory, but she did encounter plenty of men willing to enjoy her plentiful charms, and soon she found herself called to testify in a divorce case. When it was her turn on the stand, the lawyer came forward. “Miss DeAngelo, the wife of the defendant has identified you as the ‘other woman’ in her husband’s life. Now, do you admit that you went to the Pricerite Motel with this Mr. Evans?
“”Well, yes,” acknowledged Miss DeAngelo with a sniff, “but I couldn’t help it.” “Couldn’t help it?
” asked the lawyer derisively. “How’s that?
” “Mr. Evans deceived me.” “Exactly what do you mean?
“”See, when we signed in,” she explained, “he told the motel clerk I was his wife.”
Mike and Pat went hunting. Mike saw a large goose fly by. He raised his rifle to shoot.’Don’t waste your time,’ Pat hollered.’The rifle is not loaded.”I can’t wait,’ Mike shouted back.’The bird will be gone if I take the time to load!’
Miles Dobson was away from home on business in another city. When he called home, his wife told him, “Miles, they had your name in the obits today.””What! In the obituary column! That’s not only disgraceful but bad journalism. I’ll sue ’em.””Tell me, Miles,” his wife asked tremulously, “wh…wh…where are you calling from?
“
Minutes before the cremation, the undertaker quietly sat down next to the grieving widow. “How old was your husband?
” he asked.”He was ninety-eight,” she answered softly. “Two years oder than I am.””Really?
” the undertaker said. “Hardly worth going home, wouldn’t you say?
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Monster-making as a Hobby by Frank N. Stine