In the days before calculators, accountants were frequently unable to get their debits to balance with their credits. So, in order to overcome the discrepancy, they often created a bogus account titled "Taste" to store the unbalanced amount and allow the books to balance.
Unfortunately, the government soon heard of this practice and declared a new law... there would, from this point on, be no accounting for Taste.
I went bald early in life...
I have a comb...
I just can’t part with it.
Igor: "Why do you call your pet fawn 'Ninety-Nine Cents'?"
Boris: "Because it’s not old enough to be a buck."
There was a funeral in Ireland. The coffin was being carried into a large room in a house. There were plenty of empty chairs and lots of people standing around but nowhere to put the coffin down.
“Quickly”, cried the Undertaker, “three chairs for the corpse!”
“Hip, Hip, Hurray!” cried the crowd.