Shortly after reporting to the 101st Airborne Division, we were ordered to fall out in our dress uniforms. Only problem was, I didn't know how to tie a necktie. So I asked the guy in the next bunk for help.
"Sure," he said. "Lie down."
Confused, I lay down on the bunk and he tied my tie. "Sorry, but this is the only way I know how," he said. "Comes from practicing on my father's clients."
"What does your father do?"
"He's a mortician."
"Doctor, doctor, I swallowed a bone."
"Are you choking?"
"No, I really did!"
Me: "Oh God, please save me!"
God: "Would you prefer as a JPEG file or a PDF file?"
Just found out on my tax return that there's a limit on dependents...
I thought 45 was reasonable, but I was wrong.