A farmer suddenly went into a coma one day, upon which his wife quickly called the doctor. Upon examining the farmer, the doctor sadly shakes his head and tsks. "I'm very sorry, ma'am, but I'm afraid he's gone. I'll call the funeral home in a moment."
Upon arriving, the morticians carefully placed the body on a stretcher and carried it down the porch steps. As they began to round the corner of the house, the lead barer suddenly lurched to avoid the edge of the fence, lost his balance, and dropped his end of the stretcher. The sudden jolt brought the farmer back to consciousness; in about a week, he'd made a full recovery and went back to working on the farm.
Seven years later, the farmer went into a coma again; the doctor sadly told his wife that the farmer was truly dead this time. As the undertakers came to take the body, his wife whispered, "Watch out for the fence this time."
I told my kids, "Someday, you'll have kids of your own."
One of them said, "So will you."
Mr. Johnson: "Honey, it's been a while since the Worthingtons have been over for a visit."
Mrs. Johnson: "And I don't think they'll be back."
Mr. Johnson: "Really? Why?"
Mrs. Johnson: "You insulted Mrs. Worthington's cooking after that last potluck."
Mr. Johnson: "Honey, I never said she was a bad cook, I merely pointed out that since they'd been here, our garbage disposal had developed an ulcer."
Frances and her sister Penny were at a fancy party; as they passed by a group of people, they overhear them having a conversation about Mozart. "Absolutely brilliant....One of the great geniuses....A fine fellow....Very admirable."
Hoping to join in the general conversation, Penny remarked casually, "Ah yes, I very much agree about Mozart. Why, just this morning, I saw him getting on the No. 5 bus to Coney Island." There was a sudden hush and everyone looked at her. Frances leaned over and hissed in Penny's ear, "We're leaving now, get in the car."
As they began making their way home, Penny noticed her sister glowering and asked, "Say, what's the matter?"
"What's the matter? What's the matter?" Frances snapped back. "Gad, I've never been so embarrassed in my life! You just told everyone that you saw Mozart take the No. 5 bus to Coney Island when everyone knows full well that the No. 5 bus doesn't even GO to Coney Island!"