An older man walks into a bar wearing a stovepipe hat, a waistcoat and a phony beard. He sits down at a bar and orders a drink. As the bartender sets it down, he asks, “Going to a party?”
“Yeah, a costume party,” the man answers, “I’m supposed to come dressed as my love life.”
“But you look like Abe Lincoln,” protests the bartender.
“That’s right. My last four scores were seven years ago.”
There was a tribe of South Pacific people who lived on the shore of a beautiful island where the palm leaf-covered huts stood on poles due to high tides.
The king of the tribe, being an egomaniac, ordered 10 new stone thrones to be built and stored in his huge hut.
The task done, daily life resumed until one day a huge ocean storm threw heavy waves into the community. All huts miraculously withstood the onslaught except the king’s, which collapsed under the extra weight.
Which goes to show that people who live in grass houses shouldn’t stow thrones.