My wife and I recently took a trip down Route 66. We took side trips if it looked promising. On one of these side trips we passed this quaint country store. Then we kept passing stores similar to that one.
After the third time my wife says out loud, "How many roads does a man have to drive down before he admits he's lost?"
The neighborhood I lived in had a storm rapidly pass through.
When I returned home from work I noticed our outbuilding was gone.
Asking my wife about it, her reply was simple, "Gone with the Wind!"
My husband, who thinks he is always right, had just got home wearing his new orthopedic shoes when he uttered words I never expected to hear...
"I STAND CORRECTED!"
A woman goes to the local newspaper office to see that the obituary for her recently deceased husband is published. The obit editor informs her that there is a charge of 50 cents per word. She pauses, reflects, and then she says, well then, let it read: "Fred Brown died."
Amused at the woman's thrift, the editor tells her that there is a seven word minimum for all obituaries.
She thinks it over and in a few seconds says, "In that case, let it read, 'Fred Brown died. Golf clubs for sale.'"