| A woman tells her three sons to do something. Only one son obeys. The woman says something to him, and he storms away and sulks.
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Due to his hectic schedule, I had seen little of the medical student who had moved next door to me two years earlier.
I learned that he had graduated, and one day when I spotted him in his driveway, I went over and congratulated him. “Well,” I said, “Now if I break my arm, you’ll be able to fix it.” He replied, “I’ve been able to fix your arm for some time. The important thing is that now I can bill for it.”
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| My first is in blue, but not in glue, My second in old, but not in new. My third in look, but not in see, My last in ask, but not in plea. My whole has leaves but not a flower, I’ll help you pass an idle hour. What am I? |
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I don’t think my letter carrier (postman) likes me.
I was mailing some photographs to my cousin (yes, we used to do this in the days before digital and yes, I am a dinosaur! anyway…) and on the envelope I had printed – PHOTOGRAPHS DO NOT BEND. He folded the envelope in half and wrote on the outside, “Oh yes they do.”
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