I called Animal Welfare today and said, "I've just found a suitcase in the woods containing four kittens."
“That's terrible," she replied, "Are they moving?”
“I'm not sure, to be honest," I said, "but if they were that would explain the suitcase.”
Dad is down at the auto dealership, looking at potential choices.
“Cargo space?” he asks.
The salesman, slightly confused, finally replies, “Car no do that... car go road.”
What do you call an extremely clingy alien?
A personal space invader.
My Grandma always used to say, "An apple a day keeps the doctor away. "
I don't know if that's true, or just one of Granny's myths.