I wish working out was like taxes...
You suck it up, do it once...
And then you’re good for a year!
I was getting into my car when I noticed a dent. On the windshield was a note and a phone number from the driver. "I feel terrible," the woman apologized when I called. "I hit your car as I was pulling into the next parking spot."
"Please, don't worry," I said to her. "I'm sure our insurance companies will take care of everything."
"Thank you for your understanding," she said. "You're so much nicer than the man I hit on the way out."
It was the usual day at our bank.
A woman came up to customer service and demanded, “What do I have to do to change the address on my account?”
Without looking up, I replied, “Move.”
The finalist has been named in the worldwide search for the perfect man. After careful consideration and endless debate, The Perfect Man has been named:
MR. POTATO HEAD!
- He’s tan.
- He’s cute.
- He knows the importance of accessorizing.
- And if he looks at another girl, you can rearrange his face.