I used to get so irritated at my kid for not picking up the ice cubes that fall on the kitchen floor, but as a parent, you’ve got to pick your battles.
An art restorer was at work in the Louvre, and realized that some Caravaggio’s and Rembrandt’s needed to be re-framed, but the works by Raphael, Michelangelo, and Leyster were just fine.
They told their manager to contact the framing department. “Which pieces?” Asked the manager.
Fred and Klaus met, as usual, on Tuesday evening to talk about their misdeeds from the past weekend. Fred boasted, “I was at a party over the weekend, and it was insane, the hosts even had a golden toilet!” Klaus replied, “You must be crazy; a golden toilet?!”
After some back and forth, they decided to pay a visit to the people who threw the party to see if the golden toilet was real. Sure enough, they arrived at the house later on, where an older woman answered the door and asked, “Can I help you?” Fred explained, “Yes, ma’am, I was here at your party over the weekend, and my friend Klaus here doesn’t believe me that you have a golden toilet in this house!” The woman then looked at them, turned to her hallway, and called out to her husband, “Hey Hermann, here’s the pig that crapped in your trumpet!”
A lady calls the police to report her husband is missing. The police arrive and ask for a description. She tells them he’s 6 feet 2 inches tall, blonde wavy hair, and has a smile that makes everybody love him.
The police then go to the next door neighbor to verify this report, and the lady next door tells the police, “You can’t believe her. He’s 5 feet 4 inches tall, has no hair, and he wears a perpetual frown on his face.”
The neighbor then goes and asks the lady why she gave the police such a false report. She replies, “Just because I reported him missing, doesn’t mean I wanted him back!”