So the doctor came in to ask me about my broken arm.
He said: “Will painkillers help?"
I said: “It wouldn't hurt.”
Voice mail is my sworn enemy! I have never understood how it works. Finally, I broke down and called the office operator to walk me through it.
“I can send you an instruction sheet,” she said.
“Great, fax it over.”
“Sure,” she said. “But fax it right back. It’s my only copy.”
"Anton, am I a good mother?"
"My name is Paul."
Why did the bee get married?
He finally found his honey.