Mom: Son, why don’t you talk to Mark anymore? You used to be best friends.
Son: Well would you talk to someone who is stupid, uses drugs, and is an alcoholic?
Mom: Of course not.
Son: Well, neither would he.
A sailor was swallowed by a whale and lived to tell the tale.
When asked by a reporter what the scariest part was he answered, "The graffiti... someone wrote 'Pinocchio was here.'"
When I was 20, "What am I doing here?" was an important existential question.
Now that I am 66, "What am I doing here?" involves staring at an open refrigerator.
Anthony, my four-year-old grandson, was excited about the story he had learned at Christian day school.
"Grandma," he said enthusiastically, "it's about a woman God told not to look back."
"You mean Lot's wife?" I asked.
"Yes," Anthony's face brightened. "And you know what? She looked back and turned into the Statue of Liberty!"