“What’s the matter with the two of you?” asked their mother.
“All the kids at school always make fun of my big feet,” wailed the first sister.
“Don’t let it bother you,” comforted the mother, “Your feet aren’t that big.” She then turned her attention to the second sister. “Now why are you crying?”
“My friends invited me to go skiing and I can’t find my skis,” she cried.
“That’s not a problem,” the mother said, “You can borrow your sister’s shoes.”
“What’s the matter with the two of you?” asked their mother.
“All the kids at school always make fun of my big feet,” wailed the first sister.
“Don’t let it bother you,” comforted the mother, “Your feet aren’t that big.” She then turned her attention to the second sister. “Now why are you crying?”
“My friends invited me to go skiing and I can’t find my skis,” she cried.
“That’s not a problem,” the mother said, “You can borrow your sister’s shoes.”
“Take a bunch of flowers home for your wife, sir,” urged the street vendor.
“I haven’t got a wife,” replied the young man.
“Then buy a bunch for your sweetheart.”
“I don’t have a sweetheart, either.”
“Well then, buy a couple of bunches to celebrate your luck.”
Grandma, is it exciting being 99?
It certainly is! If I wasn’t 99 I’d be dead.
“Heck, Gloria,” the old man hissed when Saint Peter walked off, “we could have been here ten years ago if you hadn’t heard about all that stupid oat bran, wheat germ, and low-fat diets!”