At a Texas University, a Professor had been teaching his students human reproduction. For an exam, one of the questions was: “Female humans are born with a limited number of eggs, while males, during their lifetime, produce millions upon millions of sperm. Why are so many sperm produced?”
One young woman’s answer: “Because they won’t ask for directions either.”
The couple was dining out when the wife noticed a familiar face at the bar.
“Elliot,” she said, pointing “do you see that man downing bourbon at the bar?”
The husband looked over and nodded.
“Well,” the woman continued, “he’s been drinking like that for 10 years, ever since I jilted him!”
The husband returned to his meal. “Nonsense,” he said, “even that’s not worth so much celebrating!”
A prospective juror in a Dallas District Court was surprised by the definition of voluntary manslaughter given to the panel: “An intentional killing that occurs while the defendant is under the immediate influence of sudden passion arising from an adequate cause, such as when a spouse’s mate is found in a ‘compromising position.'”
“See, I have a problem with that passion business,” responded the jury candidate. “During my first marriage, I discovered that my husband was having an affair with my neighbor. All I did was divorce him. I had no idea that I could have shot him.”
She wasn’t selected for the jury.
