The Devil whispered in my ear, “You’re not strong enough to withstand the storm.”
I whispered in the Devil’s ear, “I like your eggs.”
Mrs. Goldberg was shopping at a produce stand in her neighborhood. She approached the vendor and asked, "How much are these oranges?"
"Two for a dollar," answered the vendor.
"How much is just one?" she asked.
"Sixty cents," answered the vendor.
"Then I'll take the other one," said Mrs. Goldberg.
Moe: Did you hear about the trouble in the bakery last night?
Joe: No, what happened?
Moe: Two stale buns tried to get fresh.
Our neighbors gave us a pumpkin pie as a holiday gift. As lovely as the gesture was, it was clear from the first bite that the pie tasted bad. It was so inedible that we had to throw it away.
Ever gracious and tactful, my wife sent the neighbors a note. It read: "Thank you very much for the pumpkin pie. Something like that doesn't last very long in our house."