Henry’s son, David, burst into the house, crying. His mother asked him what the problem was.”Daddy and I were fishing, and he hooked a giant fish. Really big. Then, while he was reeling it in, the line busted and the fish got away.” “Now come on, David,” his mother said, “a big boy like you shouldn’t be crying about an accident like that. You should have just laughed it off.” “But that’s just what I did, mommy.”

Heard the one about the three blondes that went ice fishing and didn’t catch anything?

By the time they cut a hole big enough for the boat to fit in it was time to go home.