A little girl was watching her daddy repair his tractor.
She asked her mother, "What happens to old tractors when they finally stop working?"
Sighing, her mother answered: "Someone sells them to your father, dear."
Tourist: "Say, look at that big bunch of buffaloes."
Ranch Hand: "Not 'bunch' -- 'herd.'"
Tourist: "Heard what?"
Ranch Hand: "Herd of buffaloes."
Tourist: "Sure, I've heard of buffaloes. There's a big bunch of 'em right over there."
I was teaching my Grade 1 class to tell time using a conventional analog clock. "We'll be learning about the hour hand and the minute hand," I explained.
One of the students interrupted and said, "I don't need to learn on that kind of clock. My dad bought me this digital watch, and right now it's ten minutes to 38."
I received another letter from some lawyer yesterday.
It had “Final Notice” written on the envelope.
Good.
They won’t be bothering me anymore.